Ghosts

we are ghosts
haunting every part of this town
you left your soul in someone else’s body;
I left my soul hanging from your lips,
what a way to remind myself
you and I are never going to be
the lovely couple story
when I’m pretty sure we are lovely
only when you are here
and I’m under you.

you hold my body
while I break down in two
a half of me stays with you
the other still remains with me
caressing me the way you do
kissing me, the way you do
trying to love me, the way you certainly didn’t do.

why do we have to play
a game in which we both lose?

we are ghosts
haunting every inch of each other,
slowly fading past marks from our bodies,
caressing the scars other people had left on us,
making new paths between our legs,
a path that leads nowhere,
what a place to rest.

it’s not our job to heal us from one to another,
but when you dance upon my hips,
what your tongue does to me,
the way your eyes meet mine,
I can say we are doing great,
honey.

we are never going to be
the lovely couple story,
but what we are when we are together
it’s just way better,
I won’t try to explain it,
they wouldn’t understand
they wouldn’t know how crazy you get
when I wishper in your ear;
they wouldn’t understand how I tend to breathe louder
when your breathing gets lower;
they wouldn’t understand
how you try to keep it together
when everything else is falling apart.

we are ghosts
leaving at dawn
woken at midnight
single after sunrise
committed at night,
don’t let anybody else know
how we yell to the Lord,
when you are close to come
and I just don’t want you to go.