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
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
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