You said,
I killed you.
You said,
That it was my hand which
Held the dagger.
So, I said,
Haunt me.
Haunt me the way ghosts
Haunt hollow homes.
But, honestly,
You're a wish,
I hoped would've been true.
You're just wishful thinking
Gone wrong.
You aren't what I wanted,
You woke up from
death but,
Not truly.
Not in the way
You were supposed to.
Not in the way
I wanted.
And now, I'm just haunted by you.
