Ive been giving little pieces of myself to people. But ive never given someone enough to get the full view of who I am. Some see my addictions. Some know what keeps me up at night. One knows that I havent felt at home in years. Some know that taking care of myself is a battle and that Im not always sure about fighting anymore. A few get to see how sweet my heart can be but that never lasts. Only a handful know my past, know about how I run when I get feelings. Since the others dont know they dont stick through or try to talk me down from it. They just let me go. Im a mystery that nobody gets the real chance to solve before I disappear. Im a ghost haunting the potential relationships I could’ve had before my apparition fades to black. The ghosts of the past dont haunt me anymore but sometimes they pay me a visit, whispering to me in the dark. Just let someone in. Last time was just the wrong person Im moments before fading away But do they ever miss me?