first friend last love
Your ghost haunts me
Not in the slamming doors flickering light sense
You haunt me in a way that I welcome
Away where every tiara brings my mind back to you,
Every princess,
every tutu,
every time “bad boys” plays,
every unconventional dance party,
Flees my memories to the last time I saw you.
The bravest, strongest girl I have and ever will meet
The girl who never believed in a period or comma only exclamation points
The girl whose body wasn't as strong as her true heart
The last time I heard her voice
she said excitedly ”we'll do it together, I'll help you”
Neither of us aware she wouldn't show up Monday
Neither aware of the phone call that night
Neither aware those words would echo 13 years later
Unknowing that the pain that broke a young girl's spirit
Would grow with her and linger as she got older
After then everyday living felt like guilt
They said as we enjoy our lives we bring the dead with us so they never truly die
but what gives me the right to keep breathing when a light so bright had to turn off when mine was already dim to begin with ?
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