screaming at the wind

the thought of you now is haunting. we once shared laughs now we share hateful glares. your ghost lives in all parts of my life. wall hangings i forgot to take down. i see you across the hall and a pit of dread forms in my stomach. you werent good for anything and you will continue to be just like you were. i know hes with you and i dont care i dont care i dont care. red and orange bleed into white and i feel different. its been three whole weeks since i missed you. i guess this is what taking out the trash feels like.