Your face haunts me
not like a pale, droopy, chapped lipped, dead looking face.
I never murdered you. I kept you alive and well for as long as I could. Until you found a new person. I didn't do something or hurt you so awfully that I wake up from nightmares about you soaked in sweat
Instead I see your peachy, lifted, happy looking face. Almost like you seem that you weren't effected by what happened and that bothers me a lot
you laugh and continue to talk as one of our friend's say something. While I stand quiet and feel embarrassed to even open my mouth around you. You seem discombobulated about everything that happened between us
The name still remains the same. The memories remain the same. Even the face remains the same. She still enjoys the same music style and drinks the same type of tea. But when she looks in the mirror she can't exactly figure herself out.
I always thought of you as the kindest, sweetest and most loving person.
I really thought wrong.
I now see you as the person I hate. The person who fucked me up and killed me. Someone I saw the good in stabbed my heart and I thought it was never going to happen. I hate you more than my own "friends" have messed me up
but I'm haunted by it all
the way your dark hair flips, when your hands move I'm scared a punch is coming out. I never know what you're gonna do
the way you smile at me haunts me
when I sit on the stairs watching you walk around in circles. I can't help but feel threatened even when you don't look at me. Being touched by your energy is haunting enough
I hope one day
my face haunts you the same way
