Invisible,
I am to you.
Hypercritical,
I am to me.
Picking myself apart.
Seeing you,
Rips out my heart.
But,
You don’t know.
You can’t see me.
I’m dead.
My soul has been
Called, so
I watch you.
Lying in your bed.
Clearly,
I am stuck in your head.
Can you feel that I’m close?
I hope someday,
Scientist will find a way
For the human eye
To detect ghosts.
Then,
We can sail off the coast.
Like old times…
Sit and laugh
About the petty crimes
We used to commit.
We were young…
You’re the only man
I couldn’t resist.
Not even in my death.
When I see you’re upset,
I attempt to bring
You strength.
I love to check on you
And hear your breaths.
In and out.
The sound of life.
I wish I hadn’t died.
The night before
I would’ve became
Your wife…
About the Creator
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
On-point and relevant
Writing reflected the title & theme
Easy to read and follow
Well-structured & engaging content
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Expert insights and opinions
Arguments were carefully researched and presented
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Masterful proofreading
Zero grammar & spelling mistakes
Keep reading
More stories from Real Poetic and writers in Poets and other communities.
Shorty
The bigger person… Is what I am surely not. After all, I’m short.
By Real Poeticabout a year ago in Poets
A Glaring Omission
I made peace with being cast out by others pretty early in life. As lonely as it may sound, I don’t recall many times during childhood when those actions affected me any longer than a moment or two. Being deemed the weird/gay/weird gay freak by everyone from neighborhood kids to blood relatives allowed me the privilege of sneaking away whenever I pleased to dive deeper into hobbies that molded the proud pop culture geek and writer I am today.
By Jonathan Apollo3 days ago in Psyche
Comments (6)
This is stunning. So much sadness, but penned so beautifully. Those first lines hooked me in...going to read part II now. Well done!
"Hauntingly" beautiful. 💔 I love that you present this from the point of view of the one who passed.
This was so sad and heartbreaking 🥺💔
May you find peace in your journey, and may the memories and love you hold continue to inspire and bring solace to your ethereal existence💕💕💕
😔🎭👍
So tragic yet … beautiful. Melancholic. 🥰