Day: May 6, 2022

How can I haunt you if you never wronged me?

So, tell me, love, where did you bury my “sorry”?

How can I linger like a curse if I’m already gone?

Did you want to make me yours by the dawn?

And why do you say that I did it if I’m useless?

Scream it from the rooftops: are you clueless?

Now it’s you they don’t believe.

How does it feel?

Tell it to the rain,

Tell me, how does it feel?

You slipped on your anger like a banana peel,

Now you blame me for the bruises on your knees.

But how can I haunt you if you never touched me?

How can I linger or shriek like cursed a banshee?

It’s all about perspective, love, didn’t you hear?

They’re burning all the green that you hold so dear.

-Jackie