Ghosted

by J.M. Darhower

there are too many skeletons in my closet, too many secrets I’ve been concealing.

I’m stuck between steps eight and nine of AA, between admitting I’ve wronged people and making up for what I’ve done.

If they poke you too much, making you perform, might you start ripping heads off? Hmm…

The words seem to be just falling from your lips, like talking to her comes natural.

“Pizza, wings, and garlic bread—got

The soundtrack to my life needs a serious update.

If you want to see someone’s true colors, take a peek at who they are when they think they’re alone

The poetry is all gone. The metaphors. The symbolism. They’ve disappeared.

This was never the ‘something special’ my parents wanted for me, nor was it my dream.

But love is only as strong as the people who fuel it.

floored

I’m a twisted up mess, a broken once-hopeful romantic, holding my heart in a clenched fist and begging him to take it,

crying