A Haunting

I've been seeing you.

I know you've been seeing me too. I saw it

It's been 2 years.

I can't go back again, I can't go back again
I say to myself

Yet, whenever this happens, my tummy feels haunted by your presence.

What is it about you?

I hate you, I fucking hate you

But, the more I see, the more I look for these kind of sightings.

Yet, the more I see, the more I refrain myself from it

We were never alive, and we won't be born again. But I'll never survive with dead memories in my heart.

I don't need these sightings anymore, so you should fuck off.

I know you were looking at me too. I saw it.

I've moved on.