With you/ghost in the halls

With you

you were the drug dealer

and I the addict

together wih your supply

colors became brighter

emotions numbed to nothing

from what I can explain to


the sun never set....



Until the first sign of outing 

while you were scouting

calling me a wolf and throwing me under

a bus that I could not escape

to only realize

what we had wasn't love

no matter how much you told me

it was toxicity

left alone




I gave muself the courage to stand up again

I cried for a time but now

all you are is a ghost in the halls

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