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The bond we had Was made of rust and rubble And when we finally crumbled There were pieces of me you stole There was a ghost left in your wake That floated listlessly Into any arms that opened for her A desperate search for unlocked doors And empty beds Haunting houses that will never become homes A purgatory of names I don't remember Hands I can't stop feeling Even when they stop touching me Even when I close my eyes I thought I could be revived If I found someone to fill me up Even temporarily The heat between my thighs And hot breath gasping in my ears Burning me alive Recklessly, I tried To let them push you out of me Shamelessly, I lied When I told them I liked it My complacent facade Slowly dripped off my face I decided to make this broken heart my home I pushed away the arms I shed the strangers fingerprints That were branded on my skin I realized you can only become a ghost If you let someone **** you You are not the sum of your lost parts But instead the ones left behind There are some days when I look in the mirror That a stranger stares back Today I smile at her Yes, there are parts of me you stole That I will never recover But the ones you took Are the ones that I can live without
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
Haunted
The bond we had Was made of rust and rubble And when we finally crumbled There were pieces of me you stole There was a ghost left in your wake That floated listlessly Into any arms that opened for her A desperate search for unlocked doors And empty beds Haunting houses that will never become homes A purgatory of names I don't remember Hands I can't stop feeling Even when they stop touching me Even when I close my eyes I thought I could be revived If I found someone to fill me up Even temporarily The heat between my thighs And hot breath gasping in my ears Burning me alive Recklessly, I tried To let them push you out of me Shamelessly, I lied When I told them I liked it My complacent facade Slowly dripped off my face I decided to make this broken heart my home I pushed away the arms I shed the strangers fingerprints That were branded on my skin I realized you can only become a ghost If you let someone **** you You are not the sum of your lost parts But instead the ones left behind There are some days when I look in the mirror That a stranger stares back Today I smile at her Yes, there are parts of me you stole That I will never recover But the ones you took Are the ones that I can live without
Romhael
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Romhael
19/F
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
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