She's always there
Because of course she is. I thought, for like five minutes, She was gone for good. She should be gone since she said your life didn't matter. Remember? She actually said that. But she's back. Because of course she is. The obsession with her, The memory, Mean more than my ache. Her presence is always here. It's down the hill, Where we eat, And in the living room. Her vile things are my telltale heart She taints everything. Everyone close to you fucking hates her. Everyone points out that she's a user. A selfish pile of 'human' garbage. But here she is! "I just said, 'Hi.'" No, you just invited her back in, But the welcome mat was never gone. Because she's never left. She's the shadows, the tears. She's my ghost, my problem. She's the organs buried not in floor boards but sitting in a box. It drives me crazy. Fucking crazy. Can't you have some self respect? Can't you see how much she hurts me? Do you care? She&