vacant promises, cadavered souls, weeded hearts, faltered control;
exhausted, stale writing. head's pounding, heart’s hurting. never,
will there be proper expressing. but, don’t reach out now; rake
my mistakes, don’t let broken gardens grow. ’cause when lovers
become ghosts; it’s time to let go. believe me, i know.
distractions are temporary pleasantries, they’re covered in sugar,
façade expires as night collects the stars with rust; shattered pasts,
bent presents bruised future; the galaxy does not refuse to deliver.
so when your lover’s voice are lonely echoes; when hollow, false things
wrap your soul thinner; when words that felt like dreams, turn out
burnt memories; when i’m sorry becomes mandatory silver linings;
it’s time i love you, is whispered as, please, can we stop trying?
loving shouldn’t feel like, constant shattering.
"you said that i think we need a miracle" ~ reckless lover, by handsome ghost