All I have left
Is the ghost of you -
Slowly spilling
Out of my fingertips,
But crawling back in
Through the windows
Of my soul.
I try to spill you
But you never leave.
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Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
Ghost of You
All I have left
Is the ghost of you -
Slowly spilling
Out of my fingertips,
But crawling back in
Through the windows
Of my soul.
I try to spill you
But you never leave.
