Ghost of the Past

I dreamt of you again.

In between a subconscious state
Of awake and asleep,
You visited me as I had feared you’d be.

Scattered and dirty;
Addicted and manipulative.
You guilted me as you always had.

And it scares me how much I
abhor
the person you’ve become.

There’s something to say for the stagnant,
The repressed,
the liars.
I cannot feel pity.

Five years and you’re still drowning,
With or without me.

Blame me, dear lover, old friend,
Ghost of my past.
Blame me if it makes you feel better
And I promise,
I’ll only think of you in passing.

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