Ghost Stories

When I first met you

I did not know your name

Nor did I want to

You were meant to be anonymous

Another body to replace the one I lost control of long ago

The plan was to leave after a night,

Only was supposed to take a bite

How did you get me to eat the whole apple?

Because some how I've spent three days in your bed and a diploma over my head has caught my eye and giving you a name that I will not dare to speak

In fear that I may see your face on another

I cannot recall the point in time when I changed my mind and decided to pursue this

There must of been a hex on your kiss, you witch

Yet I was the one burned at the stake for necromancy

You are the ghost i was warned about as kid

Your hooked hand caressed my cheek so softly I didn't notice the blood stains on your sleeve

Mistook your transparency for vulnerability

Not realizing you're just a shadow of who you once were

I wonder sometimes who did this to you

What happened in you life that made you decide that yours was not enough and that you had to have another's

I guess I'll never know

Something the stories don't tell you thou is that it's possible to be haunted by the living

You can even fall in love with the dead