Ghosts

The ghosts that haunt my every day

Will plague my future too

I do not know if I can stay

As I’m fucked here without you

Everything

I
still think
about you
everyday

You
are the one
I will never
forget

I
am the one
you have already
forgotten

You can stop writing your pithy little poems, for your soul mate isn’t dead.

Your tears need no longer flow.

Your heart can beat again.

It’s an April Fool,

You fool.

If I survive this
it will be a miracle.

But I don't believe in God,
Sadly.

I am falling.

Tumbling through the air,

Spinning over and over,

Hurtling towards the ground.

Some fucker has stolen my parachute.

Don’t think I’m surviving this one, eh?

Protect him?
How do you protect a man from himself?