sweeter days of bad soda and hard candy, someone's mother screams and calls us "bad teens", and apparitions of who we used to be- i'm sick of saying that things have changed, because it's obvious that everything is not the same.
i miss you more now than ever, since you had the courage to leave. i hope that you're doing better, but i wish that you would come back to me. your laugh and your face, and everything else about you that i can't erase haunts every corner of the alleys that i walk through just to avoid the sight of you. i want to love you more, so that you could love me back, but we both know that love doesn't work like that.
maybe i should text you, or call, and if you don't reply, i could leave a voicemail for every time. i swear that i would, but i'm already a ghost in your mind.
i know that seeing me is like looking through a figment of the past, and everything about us that didn't last. when you look at me, i don't think you even feel mad, because i'm already dead, i'm just looking for a chance to come back. i'm a ghost in your mind.
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