Ghost of Lover’s Past

You were the needle in my arm 

Supplying the high, watching me fall

You were my company

But when the revenue dried

All things said abruptly dissolved

I canot keep walking on knees

Basking your words, planting the seeds

To be discarded like garbage

It’s easier to pretend

Than to accept an indulgent hand

Oh how I used to drag regret up a wall

Misting the room, endorsing the rage

I was oblvious

Letting a man hold the reins

Instead of washing out the stains

Don’t secrete your  affection onto my scars

Pulling my clothes, teasing my thoughts

I knew you were a bastard

To let a kind heart

Lie in the sun and then dance in the dark

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