Ghosts of Yesterday

Distorted, low whispers. You said it's over, but why are

you still here? Inside my head. I'm walking through the halls of what we used

to be. Your ghost keeps breathing right in front of me. You said you're

tired. I kept it inside. Two broken souls too scared to

collide. You push me away, but still look back.

"Freedom," you said, but your eyes cracked. We're just two wounds that never

close, killing each other just to feel close. And every night,

your voice calls into my mind. You said it's done, but that was