finally got the
taste
smell
feel
                                      of you
out of my
mouth
lungs
skin

oh what a bittersweet moment that was
when his lips met mine

but you,
you are so ******* haunting
can't you just leave me alone

his hands pressed against my back
the trickles of our sweat fusing into one
it could have been so magical
but no.

all I could think about
was the first time our hands brushed

the creases in your jeans
the flip of your hair
the sunburn on your nose

my freshly cut bangs
my second-hand store sweater
my nervous heartbeat

please just leave me alone
you have me on my knees
(though no longer for pleasure)
now all I am doing is begging
begging you to let me be



*Honey, are you talking to your ghosts again?
Yes, it would appear that way, now wouldn't it.