the lovedrunk cowgirl

no, I’m not built of air and silk. 

but I rest in dark circles 

that hold your heavy eyes. 

my kiss lingers on unwashed glasses 

left on your bedside.

I am every 

scar, 

cut,

and bruise 

whose origin you cannot identify 

I haunt your body and your home indefinitely

my lipstick is a memory- 

you fear it every time you look at roses, 

watch the sunset,

and bleed. 

it’s true, I’ve made you too afraid to even blink.

my ghost is all that’s left of me.