Ghost Pictures

I want my picture back

I know it's your face
And your coffee
And your cheeky little smile

But they're my headphones in the frame
And my hands behind the shot

And it was taken with my love
That you couldn't understand

How can you use it as your face for the world
When I am dead to you?

I don't want people to forget
As you have forgotten
The invisible girl behind the camera
Who loved and lost you

I don't want people to think
That smile was for her

Because I own this one thing of yours
That smile was for me.

B & S

I started to think
'How on earth do you expect me to endure this?'

But then I realized
You weren't thinking of me
You weren't thinking of anyone but yourself

And I don't quite know what to say
But does it matter?
I know you're not listening

Poetry!
Poetry is for silly little boys
To scribble empty words
And broken promises
To exalt things they do not understand

How can you talk of love
When you forget your flesh and blood
And your flesh friends crying blood tears

You're the one with the God
But no conscience

And I
I will do what I always do
Whisper silent goodbyes
Pick up the pieces

We drove into the clouds today and I
I do not mind if I should die here

I have finally learned my lesson
That the spaces between bodies do not matter
Whether we are pushed together or wrenched apart

It is the distance between hearts
And I know, now, for you and I
They have always been worlds apart