I will haunt your dreams
and stick around in waking hours.
You will find me underneath your skin;
and in your shirt I wore that morning;
and in the empty mug on the table;
and in the pillow that's absorbed my fragrance.

You will see me die and cheat and laugh and love and self-harm.
You will see me in the shadows, in the steam of the shower, in the unmade bed;
I'll be the crease in the sheets, I'll be in the nape of your neck.

You will love me miss me hate me breathe me need me curse me long me destroy me.

I will haunt you.
You won't sleep eat dream love laugh hate breathe live.
I will obsess you.
You'll be sorry that you turned me
into the ghost of who we were,
the ghost of you.