Like fumes,
you burned through me.
Like a fire,
you burned me down.
Now all that’s left
is a ghost of what we were,
still deep inside your heart.
Like laying on a bed of pin needles,
fire in my chest,
like thorns upon his head.
You let me go,
but some scars stay alive,
and some ghosts never leave.
“My love for you is what you call a ghost inside your head.”
