She's so different from who I used to love, every time I see her or talk to her it's like this ghost or something haunting me. It looks, talks, and smells like her. And it should be her. But as much as I want it to be, it never is.

it wasn't like she woke up
and was ready to know the bad news

it wasn't like she heard your voice
but now it's gone

it wasn't like you've prepared breakfast
and now she's alone

it wasn't like you said "good night"
and tonight's empty

you taught her how to be strong
now, she doesn't know

it was Monday morning
a letter was handed to her
she did not understand what it said
except that you're with Him

It still hurts..
How do you forget
the thing that crushed your heart?
The pain is still there,
haunting me.
It goes away,
but it always come back.

and it still hurts the same way it hurt before

A river black, is rising, drinking water for the wolves.
Violently the foam engulfs the rocks in a lovely roaring song.
The reflection of the hanging moon, haunting.
The dark filling my eyes, how shallow, the life once was.
So swallowed down I am.
At night only the white gleaming marrow of bone,
a contrast to this darkened bed of death.
At rest, far from the waves a longing hum is deep within this skull.

I’m afraid to sleep because you are what haunts me.
I have this bad habit of eating my own words.
Am I breaking down; am I even breathing?
Is my heart still beating?
Oh, if you’re alive then you’re a lucky one.
If you continue breathing without heaving
You might just make it out alive.
But you caused this, didn’t you?
You wrecked me and took my home.
But I’m still breathing in spite of you.
I’m not a lucky one, for I’ve lost it all.
A forgettable face, pale with life; graceless.
Most of us are bitter, but at least we’re still here...
At least we can feel anything at all.


I’ve spent so long picking my pieces up off the ground
That I can no longer stand.
My back is worn and splintered; my hands,
They’re cut to the bone.
The ground I stand on is still covered and I’m
Still missing pieces.
All of my parts falling, one after the other, with
Barely a moment to spare
Between picking one up and losing another.
Just picking my missing pieces up off the ground.
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Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a ghost that loved to spy

the ghost having lived long ago
flew down from the sky into her open window
dropping flower petals at her feet in rainbow colors
where he would cling to her body
breathing in her every breathe
watching her go about her day
whispering her name softly into her ear
he would brush up against her silk white skin
each night,
forever wanting...
forever haunting
one day...
She caught a glimpse of him
out of the corner of her eye.

nighttime haunting
head hits the pillow
eyes shut tight
memories fade into focus
horrible thoughts play
soon hope to forget
not so fortunate
tossing and turning
cannot sleep
replay eternally
daydreams or nightmares
can't tell the difference
no whimsical fantasy
dark treacherous feeling
never ending cycle
very near sleep
eyes abruptly open
shoot straight up
breaths heavy
mind full to entirety
lie down
slow breaths
drift off
and repeat
nighttime haunting

It keeps creeping in
  Slowly,
Indulging in every cell
  Deep within me.

What freedom do I have now?
  When all I can ever do
Is counting
  The days down.

The throbbing
  The stinging
The tugging
  The aching

What did I ever do
  *To deserve this pain
*That’s been haunting me
  For weeks?