I made you a ghost again.
How great that feels!
To take away your meaning.
To steal away a piece of your past.
I take away your significance,
Your connection to me.
You know me and I know you.
We share a past together.
A past I don't acknowledge.
A face I don't "recognize".
No, I'm sorry, I don't know you.
You must have me mistaken for someone else.
Which you do.
You have me mistaken for who I used to be.
For who I will never be again.
I've changed, it's true.
This is the me you never knew.
This is who was hiding beneath the surface all along.
This is the person that will always stand strong.
No, I will not deal with the bullshit that is your essence.
I've moved on to better and actually worthwhile things.
So I'm sorry, but I don't know you.
I'm certain I would remember you if I did.
But before you leave,Be sure to make note, how it feels to be a ghost.