A wickedness crept in
And used my soul as host,
If sins showed on the skin
I’d already be a ghost.
I spend life counting
Grains of sand, not on a beach
But in an hourglass.
Wanted: New inhabitant for recently vacated heart.
Appears small on outside but spacious within.
Takes a while for heating to work.
No parties allowed.
Warning: Repairs needed,
Previous tenants destructive.
To him I am just white rum and crushed kisses,
Long hair and long legs,
Drunken dalliances, easily forgotten.
To him I am just a friend knotched on the bedpost,
A laugh in shushed silence
And we acted like we meant it.
To me he is just an echo,
A mistake that resounds in my brain
And in my heart.
To you I am slurred and blurred,
Soft hands and pale skin and bitten lips,
A drunken enigma with a strong heartbeat.
To you I am easy conversation,
With easy smiles and easy kisses,
Easy like a tried and tested video game,
You just love to play me.
To me you are the ghost of wasted potential,
Sitting on my shoulder,
You’re just there to haunt.
To me I am just ash and regret,
I am but a bruised heart
And yet I still keep punching.
I judge your every
Action with scorn,
'Always the actress'
I sneer as I press my
Nose up to the screen.
We share familiar pale skin and long auburn hair,
Different hearts though and hers is bound to beat faster,
Reassurances of ‘just friends’ from you and her both,
Still I bet she said yes first time when you asked her.
I spend all my time picturing you two together,
I wonder what you feel when you look into her eyes,
If you looked in mine I know you’d feel nothing,
I have since transformed into all things you despise.
I am an empty shell,
Come too close
And you will drown in the sea.
And we don’t talk after
But honestly that’s okay,
Sure what’s the point in talking
To the girl that has nothing to say?