I tried being the bigger person, you know?
But then,
Your lies got worse,
And the whole in my chest got bigger,
Making me feel emptier.
Then the ghost of my past started following me.
It didn't do much or say anything,
Just reminded me of the mistakes I made in the past.
Mainly showed me the the parts where you would leave me over and over again.
Of course,
In defense,
I telepathically argue with it and show the parts were you always came back,
But not even that would hide the pieces of my soul you took from me everytime you would leave.
"My body became an empty shell,
My tears dried faster,
My trust became nonexistent,"
I would tell anyone that'd try and take your place.
"But why?"
They'd ask.
I would say,
"Because the lies got worse,
The hole in my chest got bigger,
Making me feel emptier.
Most importantly because I will forever be haunted my the ghost of my past."
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