On-the-go poetry entry #18

"Favorite Ghost"

 

fell hard

for you

still trying

to get 

back up

you left me

broken

bare

and I wonder

am I even

a passing memory?

because to me

it's still 

so fresh

the love

forever 

floating

there

I saved it 

for you

because

you're my

favorite ghost

and if this

is what they call

heartbreak

then

it's yours

that hurts

the most