I’ll never be your lover.
Quite like the one before,
the one I did, hopelessly adore.
I’ll never see the inner demons
that eat away your insides,
no matter how hard
I’ll never be in your thoughts,
wearing myself out.
I’ll never even be in your vision,
not even in the darkest of hours.
I’ll never be your 2am cigarette
you choke yourself on.
I’ll simply be your ghost,
holding your body upright
as you carry on living.