nicole druzhinsky

the ghosts are here

baby blues
a baby bruise
my hungry eyes
they never lose
i think of you 
in counts of three
but do you ever think of me?

the world’s awake
and i’m asleep
i sleepwalk through the same old streets
i take to dreams, half-eaten ghosts
to remember things i miss the most

my skin, so red
i’ve come alive
your lies await
my truth collides
the tension snaps, the cord suspends
i see you now, a foreign lens

a talking head
a half-formed heart
i hold the line
relive the start
there’s nothing pretty in what i say
because what i say won’t make the ghosts go away
what i say won’t make the ghosts go away

the ghosts are here to stay
the ghosts are here to stay
the ghosts are here,
will that make you go away?
the ghosts are here,
will you please stay?

- n.d.