Backstabber

You like to pretend to be the white knight in your castle full of lies But your armor is darkened with my blood From the knife you stabbed in my back How does it feel in the tower Looking down on me Acting like you're better than From here I can see your foundation There … Continue reading Backstabber

There’s A Ghost In My Bed (poem)

There's a ghost in my bed He looks like you He sounds like you But he isn't you You're gone All I see is a shadow A shadow of who you once were to me And maybe I should let you go As your hugs they feel like paper cuts All over And each word … Continue reading There’s A Ghost In My Bed (poem)