These Ghosts Of Romance

Sliding doors and secret corners,
Painted skin, and hushed remarks,
I hear my heart turn over,
And shift away in expectant shadows.

I should've known of this,
It doesn't even hurt anymore really..
Really!
I'm fine!
I'm used to this by now!

Hurt by those that mean the most,
Tricked by so many held truthful…
Numbed and poisoned by these hopeful dreams,
That you've unknowingly held in the flame of a melted candle.

These expectant shadows within my mind,
Are warmer than the hushed apologies on your breath.

Do not try to tell me you're sorry,
Don't tell me that, now.
Because I have already hidden from the creatures of my mind,
Held my breath from the ones who call for my tears,
Their flying, shrieking laughter frightens my very soul….

Do not try to tell me you're sorry,
I'm fine!
I have expected as much...

And I surrender to hoping any different,
As I laugh to sleep in the arms of these haunting promises...
Watch them stroke my hair,
and kiss my neck so sweetly...

Do you not see,
I'm fine.
Leave me be....alone,
surrounded by these ghosts of romance,
chained to these tortured walls of memory.