Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty

Nothing left to be said,
will never text you again,
No more being driven crazy,
done pouncing on my cravings,
will continue kissing on new skin.
Hope you can’t believe it,

at night sleep like a princess
in a bed you made on top of a pea. Hope you cry me a river,
pen me a letter,
lamenting that I haunt your reveries.