How do you see me now,
and your pathetic promise of forever?

You say I'm a ghost to you somehow.
I think the hauntings just keep getting better.

It's fair game for poisoning my memories.

I remember your midnight hair,
shielding the indifference in your eyes.
Making every effort to diminish my feelings,
a manipulative asshole in disguise.

You taught me how fast forever turns into -
never.

That it really means -
only on your time.

Not in this physical plane.

Only your concept,
your twisted theories.

Not here,
nor there.

Not in this current reality,
and nowhere near it.

Just a lie.

If it didn't benefit you -
you were never inclined.

Your staying power is weak.
Because -
people who half-love
are never completely satisfied.

I'm never enough for you.

Pour me down the drain,
but tell me I'm irreplaceable.

Spit into my abandonment wound.
Rub it in deep.

Because it stings so good when I see you:
smiling with her,
with them,
with anyone.

They could never comprehend it:
the murder you commited.

How you tore apart my soul.

The stains on both of your hands -
a 'forever' covered in blood.
An eternal ghost of your making.


© Merrr