haunting

you’re still in the walls here

whispering through the cracks

i’ve painted over every shadow

but you keep bleeding through in black

the bed is colder on your side

but i swear it still caves in

like it remembers the weight of you

and the way you used to sin in skin

i burn the letters,

but the smoke just writes you in the sky

you come back every time

like you don’t know how to die

and maybe i’m the ghost here,

pacing through your old mistakes

scratching at the edges of your memory

until something in you breaks

you’re in my bones,

in the water in my lungs

and i can’t tell anymore

if you’re haunting me —

or if i’m haunting you