Turn away, don’t tell:
I’ve crawled back to the living,
but the rest don’t know.
...
You’re so smooth. Smooth smooth.
You smooth away those pesky things,
the ones I can’t see.
...
The feelings are not mutual.
Respect has a long way to travel between you and I;
the stretch of road so monotonous
any gratitude
...
Halos bless the crowns,
blinding good light
settles in
to catch the sky.
...
Why Not?
Turn away, don’t tell:
I’ve crawled back to the living,
but the rest don’t know.
I had fallen far,
I was scraping the bottom.
Close your eyes, dear one,
they’ve let me go, and
you should follow. Close your eyes,
darling: I’ve returned.
I am the horror
you wish upon no other.
I am the love lost.
You won’t remember
me; I am a ghost who haunts
those who love to loose.
Fear not, you are safe.
For I can’t haunt those who’ve not
loved in the first place.