aesthetic // (poetry)

ghost ;

i'm the one with
the ghosts in my bed,
but they only come alive at night.
stuck in my sheets
an accustomed coffin,
i swear that i'll be fine,
i'll be fine in the daylight.
if i change and i
start to fade,
and all the green
in my eyes desaturate,
it's my head not my heart
that's strayed.
i'm sorry i
keep pushing you away.
you're the one at the
foot of my bed trying to
keep me alive at night.
using words as a comforter
you said, "i don't wanna fight,
i don't wanna fight."
but they sink into my skin,
pushing  you out just to
make their way in.
i've grown sick of this fight
so frequent.
if you can't help it then i'll
push you away.
why can't you stay?
i'm up against these
things i can't see.
they don't compare.
make me believe, make me believe.
i'm sorry i keep pushing.
i'm sorry i keep pushing.
now you're up against
the ghosts in my head.
why can't you stay?
i'm up against these
things i can't see.
they don't compare.
make me believe, make me believe.

ghosts//pvris