My Ghost

There’s a reason all of my poems about you are sad

They say you can’t miss something you’ve never had

That’s a lie I can attest

You made promises and oaths that were never kept

One day I’m yours and you’ll fuck anyone up that dares threaten that

The next radio silence… where you at?

I had brain surgery and managed to let people know they were missed and loved and I was safe from harm

I’ve text you with blurry eyes from ugly tears with a knife in my arm

Guess that’s the difference between you and me

I mean what I say and I say what I mean

I thought it would be different I thought you wanted this

Maybe the timings just never gonna be right… Your love will always be nebulous.

By Becca Hulen

From: United States