You were just a memory
that I tried so hard to forget.
The years passed without remembrance,
but like all ghosts, you found a way back.
Your touches were webs of a spider
that spun my mind into weaves
of madness.
I could not escape,
and my desire to do so dwindled
with every smile you infected into me.
Where was your passion waiting,
in the feast of me, or in my heart?
Is it so wrong how I longed for
my heart’s consumption?
Indeed.
After all, a ghost is far from tangible.
My heart is full,
but your stomach has become too hollow
to bear the acids of love.
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I really, truly do.
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What a terrible situation. :/
Thank yeeeeeeew!!
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