Acoustic Memories

|| the dead past ||

i miss you so much it feels like a bullet hole. an absence echoing through the depths of my bones. it puzzles me how somebody can be everywhere and nowhere at once. i guess i know how it feels to be haunted. (by someone you wish wasn't dead.)

that's a horrible comparison but it's really how bad it hurts. maybe i'll just bury this poem alongside all the jokes i don't want to tell anyone else.