The Ghosts Of You.

Draino is bitter.

But it's lips taste so much better
than the ghost of you.

I loathe every second of distance between our hands.

Remember that day

When we poured our hearts out onto the sleeves of our enemies

And never said a word?

Or the day when....there was just day.

No symbolism in the words

"I love you"

"Don't go"

Please don't go.

I love you more than I'm supposed to,

And I'm not okay with that.

I just

I miss the morning smile that created spring

And the lost eyelash I find on my pillow as a little reminder that

Everything falls like gravity

But hits hard like a brick

And loves like we do.

Sometimes....

Sometimes I believe I can kill people with all the hate I have burried inside me,

But I never do because hate passes.

Like everything passes by in the wind, change colors to form

the rainbow.

I saw you in the rainbow today....

And I missed you.

I miss every day

Every hour

Every second where I am left with the ghost of you.

Us.

And I think...

Why have I let myself get to this point where

The mirror won't even show a reflection....

Disappointing.