ghost in the walls.

does it make sense to say that i can't seem to understand anything at all anymore? from the way your body was positioned every morning to your every action, i couldn't seem to see through you like the way i used to. your poise, your stance, your elegance. i couldn't comprehend you at all. i wasn't able to comprehend. the violet and blue highways drawn so meticulously up and down your body were even brighter than before. the olive tone of your clear skin fell into shades of ivory. your body radiated a new kind of heat. a new kind of emotion. i fell hard, emily. i fell deep. i took my chances. i was going to take my steps up and down that rope, but you took it and tied that damn noose around your neck. emily, if you were still here, i'd tell you how much you meant. how many wounds you left on my heart. on my wrists. on my stomach. on my thighs. i wish you'd stop telling me to come out on that ledge with you. i will never go down the way you did. i will never come through.