Dont deserve this ghost, but I hope she stays.
I hate the way I still fight for you
I hate the way I still hope for you
I hate the way I still ache for you
I hate the way I still cry for you
I hate the way I still crave you
I hate the way I still feel for you
I hate what remains of you
I hate the way
I wonder what’s a greater curse – never knowing love, or having met your greatest love and losing it all.
All my dreams are of you
calling to say you miss me, too.
If I squeeze my eyes shut, I can pretend your body is right here beside me again. I can pretend your hand is inches from mine, waiting for me to take it. I can reach out and feel your warmth. But then I open my eyes. It’s cold. And I’m numb.
I wonder how many more planes I’ll watch—flying overhead just before they touch down—until I stop hoping one would bring you back to me.
It’s hard to even feel you anymore
Slipping away, like a memory
I wonder where I’ll go first,
I’ll hope forever that it’s to you.
I still look for you in every book. In every lyric. In every line of poetry. In every episode of television. In each movie I watch for the hundredth time. I still look for you among a sea of strangers in a crowded room. In the emptiest of places. In every piece of artwork. I still look for you, even in my loneliest dreams.
The silent self mutilation of climbing into fresh bedsheets dusted with the scent of you and gripping tight, realizing all my nights are spent sleeping with a ghost.
Do we still look up and see the same sky? Some days, it feels impossible to even feel certain anymore.
hundreds of red rose petals and all the reasons I’ll always love you, set ablaze and scattered like ashes lost in the wind.
It was always there, an ocean between us. But now? It feels like galaxies. Like I’m light years from home and can never find my way back.
Name the miles, give me a number.
I’d walk them all just to get to you.
I never sleep anymore.
I just toss and turn and reach for the ghost of you.