Dreams Come Alive, but Only in the Dark

Your Ghost, or Mine?

They said that you were no good for me.
I cut you out of my memory,
The yellow light fades away.

They told me hurting you would make it better.
I tear you into pieces,
My wet cheeks, a blotchy red.

They convinced me you were already gone.
I lie on the tiled floor,
My broken frame collapsed beneath my own demons.

-W.E.