heavy like feet in mud
your absence is not a joke
already scar tissue forms
over the wounds that you have left
trying hard not to put my hands where
i'm trying to heal
the world is filled with you and i wonder
if you feel the same
if you look at those girls
with their long shiny hair
and think about all the times you wrapped mine around your fist
tugging heads back like a puppeteer
in your bed i disappeared slowly
pieces of me becoming ghostlike
haunting, hunting for something to bring me back
you left me but i left you
became something you couldn't see
and your blindness now, it's sweet but sad
and i'm glad i am not
haunting you anymore.
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