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fwinterroses raging bisexual | ig: @fallingwinterrose
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{after death, a ghost is left behind.}

the ghost (of me)

reflections wave in the mirror

reflections wave in the mirror they mist over, grey in the morning light

reflections wave in the mirror they mist over, grey in the morning light i stare and try to envision some other reality

i'm not alone, you're right.

i'm not alone, you're right. this is silly,

i'm not alone, you're right. this is silly, isn't it.

/

[at least that's what you think.]

/

just because you're surrounded by stars doesn't mean that you can't feel alone

i am a red dwarf under your blue giant star shaped light

i am a red dwarf under your blue giant star shaped light and i am cowering underneath you

even though you don't know it

/

[gone. black. darkness. light.]

/

who am I?

/

the ghost of me is still here, hoping, trying to color in the blank spaces in my heart

the ghost of me is still here, hoping, trying to color in the blank spaces in my heart it has not been filled and it seems that it never will.

/

the ghost of me is still here, writing, ruining herself with words that will never complete her.

the ghost of me is still here, writing, ruining herself with words that will never complete her. she has holes ridden through her body and they will never see light.

/

the ghost of me is covered in black, dark, ink,

it is staring in the mirror at something that can never be.

/

the ghost of me is blinking.

the ghost of me is blinking. trying to get the rainbow to appear.

the sun is shining but i can't feel it's warmth.

/

i am a shimmering mask of silver,

i am a shimmering mask of silver, invisible to all but the mirror, who cannot lie to my face.

i stare at it.

/

[i cannot escape myself.]

/

the ghost of me is at the river, it is staring down at the rippling waters,

the ghost of me is at the river, it is staring down at the rippling waters, it is looking at itself.

the reflection in blue.

the tears cannot come.

i shake my head.

the tears will never come.

the tears will never come. if the tears came, they would tell me that i was alive.

/

i walk the empty streets. the sun is shining. it passes through me. i have no shadow anymore.

i walk the empty streets. the sun is shining. it passes through me. i have no shadow anymore. there is a hazy world and i can still see it. i cannot forget it.

i cannot escape the memories.

/

the ghost of me is still in this town. it is trying to feel something but it never will.

/

the darkness refuses to envelop me in its arms.

the darkness refuses to envelop me in its arms. perhaps if i only saw a glimpse of it i would be content.

/

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