Stay.

There is a ghost in my closet, sometimes, at night. Disapaiting in the light from you.

Close to you I am who I want to be.  I am honest,  I am kind,  I am not the girl he made me be.  

You bring me back to the world of the living when I’ve been wandering in grave yards. You make me realize a tomb is no place to call home.  But sometimes the ghosts, they follow me. They linger. They know.  

Near to you I am remembering how to be alive.  To let the sunlight heal my rotted skin. Close to you I am followed less and less. 

Near to you I know I can forget the dead. I just need time to rearrange the warped floors of my mind. Near to you I am filling all the holes; somehow you always seem to know.

Stay with me and make them leave. Sometimes I see ghosts at night… Stay with me and never leave. Stay with me.

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