like it doesn't have better things to do |
~the ghost of you is following me around like it doesn't have better things to do~ written by ~Minja~ your absence is seen everywhere these days like it has nowhere to go even though i gave her permission to leave she lingers in her grey sweater on the hottest days and hums the new tune every time i tell her i'm sick of this world trying to erase itself like the false lesson in history books which was never false in the first place sometimes she stands in the darkest corner of the theater trying to ghost me in front of everyone but i catch her glance when she thinks i'm not looking and it's kind of sweet how she's seventeen then painting her cheeks in hot red even though we are both too old to play this game sometimes she whispers sweet nothings in my ear and the angel on my shoulder becomes the devil clinging onto past and times when you weren't so elusive and i so forlorn i wonder if i never let you inside would i still be a hot mess trying so hard not to mess this up would your ghost still try to go home if i didn't lock the door and throw the key away _______________________________ *someone please call the ghost busters |