the ghost of what could have been
still prances around...
performing rituals of mockery
in my mind's eye...
as my earthly ones close
she haunts me,
she haunts me,
she haunts me...
as i picture my past and his present
making the beast with two backs
and out of that,
creating the life
created from the death of me...
in a new being,
another ghost by the name of Mia emerges
prancing around me
she haunts me
she haunts me
she haunts me
excuse me for being direct and cutting off all loose ends
of the heart strings left behind:
debris left as my heart was ripped out.
no words uttered into the universe
and into your mind,
from mine,
were null and void
but, that's the thing, you see ?
i couldn't watch your promises
(so empty)
mock me before my very eyes.
don't you understand ?
she haunts me !
she haunts me !
she haunts me !
she's holding what i thought was permanent...
performing all things out of my character .
i do not wish to resemble...
i do not...
i'm not the green eyed monster...
truly, i'm not...
it's just ...
the thought that lingers...
the idea that prances...
the ghost that mocks,
"if only he'd remained innocent"
and she moans in my ear
a gruesome sound...
words of irrelevance ...
she says, "if only he was human"
reiterating thereafter the tears of my soul:
"if only,
if only,
if only ..."
