The people you love become ghosts in your arms but that’s okay

Like a ghoul, a ghost,
You drag across the dancefloor
Trying to disappear,
drawn towards the voids of disco light.

The smell of brimstone and cigarette smoke still lingers.
I can see that you're trying,
that you're stretching, elasticated, tired
But you're already dead.

You can't hide the tears you hold in your chest.
Not from me.

You bow your head and sway,
I'd come closer but I'm too scared.

You haunt me like you haunt yourself
Never out of love but never out of hate.
Don't tell me you're okay because I'd know if you were.
Don't run
I'm here with you
In you.

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