broken hearted, tears streaming
her heart fractured and beyond repair
sad ghost girl
paranoid and insecure
her mantra of the month

ghost boy gives it all away
wasted on a hollow harlot
loving the attention
craving the chaos

everything she touches dies alone
coward courtesan

stealing because she can

manipulate and calculate

the destruction of something good and pure

ghost girl learns to find comfort in her tears

tears don't lie, but ghost boys do