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