There is a ghost lying next to you
where you’ve replaced my body.
There is a burning left at your chest
where my hand would rest inside.
There is a hope that fades
with the lyrics we painted on each other.
My skin will fold into the hands of another—
and your ghost will just remain
an empty shell
for you to always play love,
but never truly
own it.
Terri says
Beautiful. </3