#ghostboy
You Lured me in with your
beautiful words that made
me feel so whole. I felt so
lucky.
Then out of nowhere it
was just pure silence.
I can't tell you how many
times I would pace back
and forth constantly checking
my phone and felt sick.
You faded in and out of my life
like a ghost, messing with my
head. Filling it with empty
promises and false hope.
you brought me so much
pain and confusion. For
months I would feel
like I was getting picked
up only to get knocked
back down.
but not matter what every time
your name popped up
my stomach got butterflies.
you always knew how to make
me feel weak all over again.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 9:14 PM UTC
Cure the death.
Instill fresh breath
Bring him back,
Good god,
Bring him back.
Send my soul to him.
Ascend.
Defend my love
For a ghost boy.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
Ghost Boy, Ghost Boy.
I call him that because there's absolutely no way he's human.
He wore all black.
He looked me in the eye once, and at the tip of his shoes the rest of the time. My soul was up for grabs. I don't think he was interested.
Ghost boy, Ghost boy.
Walking in harmony with my heartbeat.
I think of your pierced ears and vinyl eyes.
Composed. How do you do that?
I was your opposite, Ghost boy.
Ying to yang.
I wore all white and couldn't hear your heartbeat.
I was too occupied with my thoughts.
Maybe he'll get tired of me or maybe i'm wearing to much perfume.
I looked at the stars and we didn't talk.
Ghost boy, Ghost boy, my soul was up for grabs that night,
but my heart and my brain were too loud and too heavy.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
I do not know how to get lost in you.
You trail your frozen fingertips across my arms and curl me close to you and smile, making jokes and creating your own nonsense words and phrases, drawing me in to your almost-black eyes.
I laugh at your imagination and rub your wrists as you draw circles on the back of my hands and lean on me, letting me relax into you.
Yet, I do not know how to deal with a boy who doesn't constantly try to touch more intimate places, who doesn't constantly talk about *** and isn't always asking for more.
I do not know how to deal with your tender compliments and small smiles and how you always say being cute is a personality trait, too.
All in all, I do not know how to deal with you, my only place to rest besides in words.
But I can try.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC