I think I made peace with a ghost today.
You see, I never truly forgot
how you made me feel -
the good as well as the bad.
How you were the first to make me think
I was special,
and the first to break me beyond repair.
And so I checked myself into Rehab,
I wrote a couple things about it.
And you inspired a few pieces, a novella, too.
I wonder if you ever read them,
knowing any were the product of you.
Because of the damage done, I don't trust
I hold everyone at bay - I shun love for lust
I struggle with thinking I'm good enough
because I was an antelope to a Lioness
I prayed with you and you preyed on me
and it's not your fault - the blame's on me
You can do anything in the world,
except get by on unrequited chemistry
I taught myself to forget you
but still you lurked in my mind's recesses
You've since moved on, gotten married even
yet my insecurities remain in your possession
You "like" what I write but you never believed
I guess that's what gets me -
How is it that now, you acknowledge my existence
but when I had you, you never noticed my persistence?
So I wish you well, in your new life
And I hope this is
the last thing I write, about you
because if not, I'll be trapped forever
Bitterness is a fitted suit I've worn too long
and it's time I find new clothes.
I hope today I made peace with a ghost.
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