All I've ever known
is the ghost of my past, and we shook hands
once they took the
form of my past skeletons.

I'd like to slither
out of my skin like a snake,
leaving behind the trail
of memories
and fingertips that
I'd love to forget.

Do you remember the day
I told you I'd like to
leave this world behind?

Do you remember the day
you told me you
wished I'd leave this world behind?
(I should have followed through.)

You are the anchors
at my feet
and I am drowning in your eyes.
I have let you go
a thousand times,
but you are still here in the form
of everything that is
burying me alive.