Your presence lingers
in the crevices of my mind,
A forbidden thought,
a whisper in the night.
I try to silence
the echoes of your memory,
but they persist,
relentless in their hold.
I know
I shouldn't dwell on what once was,
yet your ghost refuses
to fade into the past.
And in the quiet moments,
I still think of you,
in a way I shouldn't.
YOU ARE READING
MALADAPTIVE ✓
PoetryMALADAPTIVE /ˌmaləˈdaptɪv/ not adjusting adequately or appropriately to the environment or situation.
