Haunted House

A personal reflection of a broken down relationship.

Haunted House

 

Turn the lights down

Make up the bed

Dreaming out loud

It’s not good for your head

You know you’re a haunted house babe

And I can’t protect you

 

 

Floating around in clouds of you

Thinking out loud just won’t do

Figuring out why you say the things you do

I guess it doesn’t matter now

 

 

You know I’m too proud to beg for love

And you’re just a coward with a shattered heart

That I can’t control or make it love

 

 

You’re just a ghost and I’m just a pawn

I wonder if you thought the love between us was too much

From where I’m standing it’s too close for comfort

But everything feels too close right now

 

I wonder if I’ll ever reach you somehow

Maybe in years we can reflect on the past

And talk about old jokes and the way we laughed

 

I just came all this way to say

I’m sorry I threw the butter at you that day

I’m sorry you saw me cry my world away

I’m sorry I screamed at you and him

And I don’t think I’ll ever love again

 

But you, you have a lot to answer for

Author's Note

ignore the grammar and layout if you can, still working out the kinks on how to put poetry on paper that looks pleasing and reads well.