Ghosts

My pillow can swear
She's tasted the layers
Of my misery
Death of chivalry

Floating white sheets
Exchange love for receipts
Collecting papers instead of
Memories

I'm stuck in the times yes I'm
Stuck in this life
These sloppy kisses
No one to arouse

You've made a reservation
To chew up my heart and
Serve it
For an open house full of ghosts of
You and Me