i'm begging you to (haunt
me baby like the ghost we
both know you are hiding in my
past creeping silently through
my present scaring me because you
know you can) do this. i want you, no,
need you to invade me. i live on
the tragedy you so easily provide.
because with you hurting me, i
am a poet; but without, i am
nothing but another broken girl in
pieces on the bathroom floor, waiting to be discovered.
and i don't want
to be just a victim.