When you tell me that there are aspects of my personality You find really unattractive I want you to know Every single flaw you perceive in me I have seen and examined in myself A thousand times more closely A thousand times more harshly And found terrible a thousand times greater Than you ever could.  I have spent years…

I wanted to haunt you Imagine you seeking my face in a sea of people, Or glimpsing the sheen of hair as I turn a corner But the sad inevitability of ghosts Is they’ll all be forgotten with time