#17: From the Era of Ghost & Breathe Ft. The Black Poet

Be careful who you give your heart to.
They’ll let you breathe, and steal your 
breath without you even knowing. Vanish
and then leave you to roam as a ghost while
they live a love life with the breath they stole 
from you.

You awaken every ghost in my 
soul. You stand in my doorway 
asking me to let you breathe 
into me again, you bring out 
the moans in my body. I remember
you walking away and not even
leaving flowers.

I guess you couldn’t stay away like
you thought. I haunt you each time 
you try to get further back. I drag you 
deeper into the further you have only 
time for one reaction.

The faster you ghost me. The slower 
I breathe & the slower I breathe the 
faster my ghost comes to life and 
looking for the knife in the night that 
gave me the hardest heart attack. You 
just left me to ghost and breathe.

I guess I wasn't able to resist this
faint past life like I thought. You almost
bring me back to life, the further I
try to pull away you pull me back 
into a further fantasy. I try to breathe
and you stop me.

The tighter you hold me, the stronger
I release the ghost you created inside me. 
The longer the embrace the faster the
ghost inside me reacts. It rushes to my mind. 
Because I remember how you just left me 
to ghost and breathe.

The closer it comes to grabbing the knife it 
comes closer to grabbing that eternity. The 
closer I come to breathing is the closer I come 
to my ghost resurrection & in the same instance 
I come to my revenge. 

Love stories can shift quickly, start off as 
beautiful romantic poetics, then in one 
breath flow to the strings of blackest 
poetry. Sometimes you just have to 
feel the Ghost and just Breathe. 
Then ask yourself was it love or 
just lust? Then question the moment
you seek closure do you see an end 
in letting go or do you see yourself 
holding onto revenge? 

~The Black Poet

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