You remind me now

of a Ghost that once haunted me.

One that made me cry,

into the small hours of the night.

In pain,

Unloved,

Unappreciated,

and Used.

Bruises,

on my heart and skin.

Left delicate,

not Strong.

I feel myself sinking,

drowning,

As I see you transform

into someone who,

like him,

will hurt me.

With your icy heart,

and Iron fist,

You will haunt me, too.

Or maybe...

This time...

I'll haunt you.