My Ghost

My Broken Heart

He possessed my soul
and called it his own.


He was a phantom,
his presence but a whisper.


I'm haunted by his face
as it replays in my dreams.


I still feel his kisses
tickling my neck.


His love was an illusion;
a ghost of my longings.


His shadow stalks me
as I try to walk away.


I see the open door,

but he holds me back.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by: "My Immortal" by Evanescense and "Ghost Machine" by Jon Foreman

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