Nobody told us that memories could haunt us more than the monsters under the bed we were told about when we were just young.
Nobody told us that red-eyed, bloody fanged people are not the deadliest but the glitter of eyes and sweetest smiles of strangers who were the closest to us.
Nobody told me that I would die each day when I let you live somewhere, with someone new.
Nobody told me that your ghost would haunt me each night, and instead of running away, I run toward you and hope that you would remain caged in my arms.
I could walk away from the city lights of people, just to witness the fireflies in the ghost town of your namesake.
I could live in the cemetery of our past, if it takes that long for you to comeback at November.
I would live alongside with your ghost in my mind forever, because it is only there, and only there, that I could kiss you again.
I would sell to the monsters what remains of my soul, if that is the only way to keep you.
Come, haunt me again.
