I will never stop haunting


I know, someday, you will forget the poetry I left on your lips, but the next woman you love – she will taste this. While you tuck my name, soft and warm, under your tongue, she will ask you to spit it out. You will tell her tales of your heroism and compassion, as you plot my rot and ruin. But she will see the beauty in my madness. She will hear my giggle in your dreams. She will feel my memory on your fingertips. She will know I am a ghost that won’t ever stop haunting.

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