haunt me,
god damn it, I want you to haunt me,
I want to feel fear grip my heart
when the house is silent
and Iâm meant to be the only one in it;
I want to feel eyes on me where I know
for a god damn fact there shouldnât be any
and I want to turn quickly,
try and catch you out,
catch a glimpse of you and your wild eyes,
eyes that were on me when they shouldnât be.
fucking haunt me.
Iâm fed up of hearing this silence,
heavy and empty and I want to hear whispering,
something that sounds like your voice but canât be;
I want to hear footsteps, I want to hear
something, anything, something to make me freeze up
and hold my breath, something undeniable and
Iâll know youâre there even as Iâm too terrified
to open my eyes because I know if I do
everything I thought I knew will be gone
and maybe Iâll lose my mind over it
bit it will still be better than the silence.
haunt me properly, for godâs sake â
if I have to carry your ghost with me every day
I should have something to show for it.
scratches on my skin or shadows under my eyes;
fingerprints on the windows or flickering lights.
chase me in dreams, show me what others see but
what I never did until it was too late.
send me bolting up in bed with a crack and
a scream dying on my lips,
make me think for just a moment that I can see you,
breathe cold air on my neck,
whisper a threat in my ear,
send my heart racing.
haunt me.
gather yourself from everywhere I feel you
and take shape, let me see you.
let me know youâre still here.
a laugh, a whisper, a threat, I donât care.
just haunt me.
this canât be all there is.
germansingergirl
blakekathryn
gummygunk
annaxmalina
tangentwithtanner
snowghoul
kaledo-art
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