LHP
The voices in the back of my mind won’t fade,
the thirty three ghosts you left that night are still here; in my room,
they won’t let me think about anything else but you,
and sometimes i find myself talking to them,
making them my friends,
it distracts me from thinking why you changed your mind so easily
or why you said so much if you meant nothing,
and they talk to me too
they talk about your eyes,
sometimes about your skin,
about the way you love,
and the way you leave,
they make me feel like you’re still here,
that nothing has changed
that im still good enough
Good enough to make you stay,
And maybe this way they’ll forget to haunt me
or maybe they already did
you’re the only one who seems to know,
But then on a day like today,
they remind me all the pain,
all the storms and the rain
and that you really meant it when you said
you couldn’t love me this way
and then i sink again
your ghosts were never my friends,
they were just reminders of your bittersweetness
they were just there to make sure
i was still your slave
and that my emotions were slaves as well
of every little change
in your eyes,
or in the warmth of your heart;
you were always the same, sweet but bitter
Tender but death;
Cause to be honest, you really left more when you walked away,
than when you actually stayed.
