I found myself thinking about you
Who am I kidding
As if that's anything new
You're with me all the time
The ghost of my past mistakes
Haunting me
Taunting me
Never going away
Sometimes the hurt is just a little bit extra
Like your punishing me
For me not having you
On the forefront of my mind.
Don't worry
You're never far from it.
Maybe I am actually just punishing myself
Making myself remember
What it felt like the day I lost you
Maybe I deserve it
Maybe I don't
Doesn't matter
Because at the end of the day
You're still gone
And I'm just left with these ghosts
At least the pain reminds me I'm still alive.
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer.
Co-author of Bounce Back- Dreams to Reality: Faith Over Fear
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I enjoyed this. i think alot of us have ghosts from the past which occasionally haunt us