You are dating a ghost,
not the scary movie kind of ghost,
nor Casper the friendly kind,
No, he's more the bleached hair, and pale skin
and sometimes disappears holding you
kind of ghost.
Sometimes, he reenacts his murder on your lawn
and you are reminded how much of a ghost he is,
this bleached hair boy,
this disappearing boy,
this haunted boy,
Sometimes, you are driving,
and he will let his breath fog over the glass
and write with his fleshy skeleton finger "Murdered"
in the opaque glass
and then lets his breath fog over the word
as if to say that part of him is gone but
then you ask if ghosts need to eat, and
then that part of him is not gone
but the car is so quiet, you wonder if he is.
Sometimes He asks you why you are with him.
And your tongue itches to say that it is because you love him,
but you don't because you are thinking,
because I can't hurt you any more than this,
because I am broken but you are broken more,
because I am a ghost too,
but all your itchy tongue lets you say is
"Because I'd want someone to remember me."
- ON LOVING A MEMORY by ragesam on tumblr
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