Ghost Smile

If I were alive I would bleed out all my regret, all my lasting emotions of you. Yet thankfully I died when I walked away. Now something of a phantom, a ghost’s smile. I would die thousand deaths to forget you, easers you. Oh how you scar my lasting twilight. Beckon your thirsty fingertips to crawl into the reaches of a life that was once mine. I’m cold, my breath freezes on your smile like glimmering shards disease.

Those would be my last thoughts if I could walk away from you. Sadly, I am chained to you, strapped with my invisible insanity. Leaving you, my only escape, with far to great of a burden to handle. Am I supposed to bury you with a shovel you gave me out of spite. Your taunts will go unnoticed. For I am about die in the quietest of ways. This mortal death is too simple, too complete. I’ll simply closes my eyes for the last time, and gently washing away the person I once was. I’ll become a ghost’s smile, that phantom I so long for. Then you will have this body all to yourself, become something I could never be. Complete.