i didn't know ghosts
could haunt themselves,
until i met you.

our bodies danced close,
like two different flames
slowly flickering
in a passionate dance
only wanting to be one.

too bad you blew the flames out
you son of *****.

if you say the same word long enough in your head,
it begins to sound like a foreign language.

the same thing goes for you telling me lies.

you can say what you want,
for as long as you want,
but sooner or later i'll start to disbelieve you.

i don't just wanna be in love.
i wanna feel like i've found myself,
everyday for the rest of my life

"I'm sad. will you cheer me up?"
"Babe it's your birthday. You're getting really old."
"I bought you a cake."
"But then I ate it."
"I love you."
"I'm sorry I haven't text you for awhile I've been really busy."
"Please forgive me"
"Forgive me please i can't live like this **** im dying over here"
"oh. Sorry."
"I miss you."
"I love you."
" hope ur doing ok"
"I have a date tonight."
"With you and the tv am I right?"
"Get it..cause I'm funny."
"I love you."


"Why did you have to die?"
"WHY ARE YOU DEAD WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME"
"YOU'RE SO SELFISH"
"I NEEDED YOU AND YOU LEFT."
"I needed you."
"And you needed me even more."
"I love you."

if you had to choose between
your passion or that someone,
what would you favor?

he was the kind of guy that liked
big busted blondes,
and that chronic ****.

and i was neither of those things.