Your face seems to be all I see whenever I close my eyes.
why does he haunt me? a ghost of love we never truly had, how could I miss it? You? ..him?
Memories flash through my head like daggers to the chest. Wounding me seemed to be the target before our first encounter. To gaze, unbothered, at something so innocent while envisioning how to bring me to my knees.
did I love you? or did I love the idea of you loving me? I’ll never truly know because you are a ghost of my past.
when we met, you spoke with conviction. but when you left, everything you said sounded like vague guesses, you sounded so unsure. was i the cause for that? my answer would be as vague as your leaving, i'm sure
idk i haven't been able to write anything well recently, my apologies to whomever enjoys my poetry
leaving you here is right. currently: it feels wrong, all wrong actually currently: the middle of my face feels like about to explode because the tears won't stop streaming down my face but leaving you here is right. right?