The ghosts of your exes live beneath your eyelids.
So when I look into your eyes I can see myself reflecting back at me.
You kiss my lips and I taste them instead of you.
You are nothing but a shadow of corpses sifting through the sand
that resides on the vacant beaches in my heart.
And your eyes are the waves in the ocean that hit the shoreline so
violently that even Zeus, the god of gods, would tremble in fear.
And I scream as I lash out for help, trying to escape these
tsunamis attacking me from all angles of the world.
But you don’t even try to rescue me from these disasters
like you promised, because you are the one causing them.