I thought love was a beautiful, wholesome melody of
the others laughter, not
a tyrant storm of catastrophic mistakes and
your eyes welling with regret and fear at two in the morning.
Are those the only true emotions I’ve ever made you feel?
I
sifted through my childhood memories, and found
I couldn’t recall a single moment before
I lost myself to you.
that’s funny, isn’t it?
I never meant to fall, and I didn’t jump,
but when I dove into you, I lost everything anyway.
and when you tore yourself away from my
poor influences and "emotional manipulation",
When you called me the predator, and we
were both the prey,
I became the ghost,
even though it has always been your memory
haunting
me.