#hauntedlove
Love is just a four letter word
Never to be seen Never to be heard
You can feel but never touch
Love has left me on a crutch
All full of lies and untold truths
But when I'm gone what will you do?
Will you move on or keep my love alive?
I guess I'll never know unless I die
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
And the biggest heartbreak of it all
Was never just that they fell apart
It’s that she had been taught she didn’t deserve real love
It’s that the echoes of her past told her she would never be enough
He tried to show her she was enough
Ghosts from her past left fingerprints on every crumbling stone
She built a mausoleum around her heart
Sealing away the fears that whisper in moonlit misery
He felt the spark in her laughter when she let herself be seen
He cherished the quiet strength hidden behind the armour
He searched for an opening to reach her heart
Praying his love was enough
Love was like poison running through her veins
Bitter yet so sweet and unsafe to swallow
She felt the ache of the “what if”
And ran from the pleasure of “this is where I belong”
He tried to be her antidote
She began to see him as pathetic
She wore a cold smirk knowing that he became broken like her
Now, she dwells behind her phantom-filled mausoleum.
Wrapped in the regret of losing him
Haunted by his absence,
like a chaotic comforting lullaby aching in the background
Struggling to survive
the biggest heartbreak of it all
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 11:43 PM UTC