My phantom. What a perfect name for you. A silly endearment I made because of what you wrote on the wall when we first kissed. 'Forsaken' the perfect song, the lyrics once sweet now just a bitter reminder. I remember watching The Phantom of the Opera over and over just because it was your favorite. Funny enough I fell in love with it. I haven't watched it in over two years.
I still think of you I don't know why. Its like that favorite song stuck in your head you once loved but instead of being annoying it just hurts.
"What if I can't forget you? I'll burn your name into my throat I'll be the fire that'll catch you."
I can't forget no matter how hard I try. I wish I could just go back to the hate I once had, but it faded away. "I don't miss you, I miss the misery."
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