Greedy Little Ghost

I am a weapon of mass destruction.

I am that manic pixie dream girl you search for, minus the annoying clichés.
You like me because I’m cool, and not all the way sweet, but just sweet enough.
Just hurt enough.
Just cute enough.
I’m a non-threat.

Then all the sudden, I’m not.
All the sudden I’m a bombshell that’s about to go tick-tick-boom inside your chest.
I will shatter your ribcage and shred your heart with my shrapnel.
And all I had to do was take off my clothes and make you believe something about yourself.

The girl next door who fucks like the whore on the corner.
It’s the living American Dream,
and it’s right in front of you.
You can touch it, and feel it, and smell it,
and It is real.
It is too real because it’s too good,
And now you want more.

Now you’re a junkie;
doing anything and everything to get your fix.
Soft, wet, tight, and warm, I haunt your dreams.
I don’t need to be your every waking moment,
All I have to do is sneak in from the outskirts of your mind for just a fleeting moment of your day.
That’s how I get you.
A fraction of a second.

You need me,
You want me,
You’re going batshit,
You’re cheating on your girlfriend,
You hate yourself,
You love me.

Do you love me?

Shit.
You love me.
Well that’s just a tragedy, isn’t it?

You’re wounded.
You’re bleeding for me just like I did for Him.

I don’t need you anymore,
I got what I needed.
You’re hurt, but in your head
It’s your fault.
It can’t possibly be mine.
How could you do this to me? After all I’ve been through?
This is your fault.

Good boy.

You’re thinking exactly what I want you to.
After all, we were just fucking, right?
I never even met your parents.

I’m a scar.
That’s all I ever wanted to be;
Just a ghost that will steal that fraction of a second.
You’ll never forget.