If my mind was a wall,
It would be covered in pictures of you.
Of the memories I can't bring myself
To take down.
Just like I can't bring myself to
Forget the memories of us,
Of the things we did.
The picture of you smoking hangs in my head.
I can still smell it on your breath.
Just like the pictures on my wall,
The smell clings to them,
The old faded red,
The old greys.
I stare at until they blurr together.
I remember those moments frozen in time,
On my wall.
Like I remember the happiness I felt
In my core when I was with you.
Like nothing could've shattered my world.
Those pictures are just reminders
Of what I felt and who I was,
Who you used to be.
Just like the memories of us,
They are ghosts of who you and me once were.