I woke up in the middle of the night
Eyes aching, chest bursting with sadness
A thought cascades through my mind; "I miss you"
Yet, unbeknownst to me, who was I missing?

They say to get hurt is never pleasant
But how much do you bleed until you stop noticing you're bleeding?
'Cause as I watched you stab me through the heart
I couldn't feel anything but my soul screaming, "not again"

Maybe to feel is a crime once you've indulged in it
A one-way ticket to a land that you cam never get back;
As lonely as I was that horrid night
A night where I was a slave to all these cryptic emotions

Once every blue moon, I am overwhelmed by my transgressions
To a point where  I am knee deep into the qualms of sorrow
Yet after a while, I become stoic
How messed up do you have to become to feel sad about feeling nothing?

I Google “how to get over a broken heart”
12,200,000 results in .76 seconds
I think about your hand between my thighs
get a bottle of whiskey
and tell myself I will never call you sober
One morning I woke up in your bed and you weren’t there
One morning I woke up in your bed and you were there
See, that’s the thing about being in love with a ghost
Ghosts make the worst tenants, I didn’t ask for this
I didn’t ask you to haunt me with the way you smack your lips after a drag of your cigarette, and the next one, and the next one. I didn’t want to remember the songs, the music playing in the background, us, the main performance, dancing in your sheets. I touch your forehead with my forehead. It’s sweaty. I find out that ghosts can sweat. Ghosts can tell you they like your new tattoos but all you hear is “There’s a reason I left after your first one”. If I got a tattoo for every time I thought about your lips they would run out of ink.
You’re like a foot of snow after the weatherman said showers
and I’m the mess they clean up in the morning.