Even after all of this time,
you still ******* haunt me.
Your specter lingers in the earth beneath my feet.
Sticking to my shoes as I try to walk away.
You are a poltergeist acting through me.
Making me think that you are everyone,
Everyone is you.
And love is just a mask you wear.
All the times I told myself,
that trust meant falling victim.
It was you
With your tendrils wrapped around my skull,
Whispering in my ear.
Dec 3, 2021
Dec 3, 2021 at 12:05 PM UTC
Even after all of this time,
you still ******* haunt me.
Your specter lingers in the earth beneath my feet.
Sticking to my shoes as I try to walk away.
You are a poltergeist acting through me.
Making me think that you are everyone,
Everyone is you.
And love is just a mask you wear.
All the times I told myself,
that trust meant falling victim.
It was you
With your tendrils wrapped around my skull,
Whispering in my ear.
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