ghostwrittenbyisaac

[ghostwrittenbyisaac]

i fear the weight of growing old,

the way the years press on my skin.

i hate the things that make it real—

the bills, the forms, the grown-up grin.

yet if i run, then what remains?

a life untouched, yet still the same.

[ghostwrittenbyisaac]

Every time I travel, I get lost in the thought that this place, which feels so unfamiliar to me, is someone else’s entire world. They know every back road, every shortcut, and have memories tied to every corner. To them, it’s home—full of history and meaning—but to me, it’s just another stop along the way.

[ghostwrittenbyisaac]

he paints his lips in cherry wine

draped in velvet

draped in time.

cigarette smoke wraps his face

baby, he was born too late.

spinning on dance floors

laughing like a cracked LP

he says love is just a house of cards —

and he always bets on empty.

they all call him darling

but he smells like sweet perfume

swaying in the neon glow

singing someone else’s tune.

[ghostwrittenbyisaac]

i was the war you waged, and now you’re drowning in the wreckage.

[ghostwrittenbyisaac]

you set the fire, but don’t act surprised when you choke on the smoke

[ghostwrittenbyisaac]

“Some things begin and end in the same breath—loved too much, lost too fast. You were both the wound and the lesson, and I still don’t know which hurt more. I test fate, stand in the wreckage, and call it moving on. This is how it goes. I cared. I regret it.”

[ghostwrittenbyisaac]

“Love was never the prize—just the illusion we mastered, the lies we lived, and the price we were always destined to pay”

[ghostwrittenbyisaac]

Somewhere in another life, you chose me. And somewhere in this one, I’m still trying to let that go

[ghostwrittenbyisaac]

I shape myself into whatever you need—glittering, spinning, never still. But no one ever asks what’s left of me when the lights go out.

ghotwrittenbyisaac

[ghostwrittenbyisaac]

“I spent my whole life running toward something, only to realize I was running on empty. Now I’m not ahead, not behind—just trying to prove I’m still worth the fight.”

[ghostwrittenbyisaac]

What happens when the armor you built to protect yourself becomes the very thing that keeps you alone?

ghostwrittenbyisaac

[ghostwrittenbyisaac]

Between sobs and scars, they held onto what little remained of their shattered selves

[ghostwrittenbyisaac]

“In another life, we got everything—love, dreams, and forever. But in this one, we had to choose, and we chose to become who we were meant to be. Still, in the quiet of a song, in the spaces between what was and what is, we will always find each other.”

[ghostwrittenbyisaac]

“Growing up feels like chasing a dream that never fits quite right—sweet in memory, bitter in motion, and always slipping just out of reach.”

[ghostwrittenbyisaac]

I am a fading echo in a world that never waits, a traveler lost between moments, drifting further from the person I once knew.

-isaac

[ghostwrittenbyisaac]

There’s a certain kind of peace in not knowing everything—like the way a sunset is beautiful even if you don’t understand the science behind it, or how a song can move you without needing to analyze every lyric. Sometimes, not knowing leaves room for wonder, for feeling, for just existing without the weight of too much certainty. Maybe bliss isn’t in knowing or not knowing, but in accepting that some things are meant to be felt rather than figured out.

[ghostwrittenbyisaac]

The way I let go is my darkest art—

I can love you like a lifeline, then vanish like a ghost.