you’re a ghost

not only in my dreams

torment my flesh

all I can do is weep 

you know I didn’t want to

but I loved you

what a dire sin

you’ll be whispering words of apology

even when you’re throwing earth on me

you live in a hollow

believing in its felicity

if you had given me euphory

you would’ve given me my wish

you know I didn’t want to

but I believed you

what an unwordly scene

you were the choice I never made

even when I’ve had such gallantry

your intentions were made up

your love was cut and dried

what am I to you if not merely blood?

and I could only feel you around

if you show me something familiar

though I see the town you find pieces of me

off the road, to the cliffside, calamitous times

I can’t see why it would remind you of me

I was your french girl out of a period film

you’d call me that with your deceiving stare

Isn’t it strange now that you won’t recall my face?

and I could only recall you when you’re leaving?

I’ve been wanting to say congratulations

my old man you’ve been a paragon of my misery      

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