Model, Actress, Ballerina, Pokémon Trainer and Digimon Tamer. Often times a writer. I love the X-Men and Peter Parker
For the Ghost of whom I loved, again.As I sit here and recall the beepingFor the Ghost of whom I loved, again. by GuttedAlive
Of a monitor left to a hospital bed
I remember your horrible question:
"What will you do, my love, when I'm dead?"
I have gotten worse for the better
And better at that which is worst
My nights are lullabies and night terrors
But the sound of your voice is always first
If you must know, yes, I have eaten
Eaten my pride and my tears and my pain
For each vertebrae poking through my skin
You can tell I've lost more than I've gained
You asked me to remember you always
When there wasn't any need to state twice
I have gambled my heartbeat with Death
And it's my turn now to roll the dice
Through a phone I sang you to sleep
In the background, your mother was weeping
And I still recall your horrible question
Even now, that the monitor's not beeping.
For the Ghost of whom I loved.It was more than the cancer that took you,For the Ghost of whom I loved. by GuttedAlive
it was more than the second hand smoke,
it was more than a wasted green crayon,
it was more than a heart that time broke.
I lit bones, flesh, and tears on fire,
all I've done I have done it for you,
hoping that the eyes that stare down from the Heavens
ever cry the same way that I do.
And one day I will drown in the Ocean
that nested in the white of your eyes
and its sirens will braid my veins together
and will sing the prettiest lullabies.
You said "Seestern, you'll never be alone"
yet I'm lost in this bed, in these sheets.
The bread crumbs you left for me to follow
I sold for pixie dust in the streets.
I love the ghost that you've left behind, just like I loved you.