The Ghosts of my past.

January 31st, 2010-Mission Abort

I deleted your number,

I can’t look at your face;

Even though I see you;

All over the place.

I tear up our picture;

Screaming, “get out of my head!”

I throw a fit, like a three year old,

Then fall asleep, on my bed.

I’m stalking her profile,

And that’s when I see,

You broke my heart,

Because she’s prettier than me.

Her hair? Kinda sexy,

Her skirts? Kinda short.

I feel my heart racing.

Mission abort.