The Unwilling Ghost of Your Ex-Lover

I do not linger in your room at 4 am on purpose.I wish you could sleep through the nightWithout the lamp of my eyesPiercing through your mind.I wish you could sleep in your bedWithout tingles along your spine. But my ghost can’t leave. When we fell in love, our souls recognized each otherLike a squirrel

What are you thinking?

You present me with perfection.You tell me all the things I want to hear.Never an angry word or sharp jab. Just whitened teeth andBotox smiles. They hide that you’re no longer breathing.I hold youBut you are limp in my armsStill fucking smilingBut eyes no longer staring into mine. Synthetic beauty is deadlier than hemlock. Who

Musical Moonlight Hauntings

Moonlight, frail and fadingIlluminates golden pagesUsing silver wisps of misty memories.Is it haunting me?Or offering me one final chanceTo reunite myself with my past?Could I remove the dust from the ivory keys,Inhale aging knowledgeAnd let it grow anew from my fingertipsLike an unpruned rose?Could I free myself from a jobWhere my soul silently passed awayAs