You stop me dead in my tracks
like a roadside ghost
searching for phantoms cast
by the glow of your eye
when you said that you love me,
I'm expecting a lie to lurk
from the vulnerable part
I've tried to hide
cause I've heard it before
returned the word too
of four letters
more than once.
Insecurity set to pounce,
should I bale or sabotage this revelation your perfect mouth poured into my ear but you couldn't hear
the bleeding, seeping, weeping
echoes from yesteryear.
On another road
when my love was hurled back
killing something inside
leaving a ghost on the tracks.