I hope one day my absence weighs the same,
as the ghost of a love you couldn't reclaim.
I hope you search the dark for what slipped away,
the way some hearts arrive only after they stray.
I hope you learn what it meant to let me go,
when I'm just a memory you'll never outgrow.
The person I feared most came back again,
wearing my face better than the skin I’m in.
He slips through my veins like he never left,
like the dead parts of me escaped their death.
And before I noticed he had taken control,
he made me become the person I hate most of all.