I let my sweet taste replace her sweeter taste in your mouth.
I let my fingers occupy the spaces between your fingers she once was.
I let myself be her.
Molded with the same brain but different minds.
She's smarter though.
She ran away and left he ghost behind.
And I the stupid one, let her ghost posses me, consume me.
Now, I'm no one but an empty shell with the spirit of a girl whom he once loved.
And like all the nights, since she leave him behind.
He called me by her name the other night.
So I labeled myself as her, owning all of her places in his heart.
Her name, mine.
His love for her, mine.
Her side of the bed, mine.
All of her i took as mine.
So when he called me again by her name last night,
I let myself succumb to his calls.
But that night before I sleep, I ask myself.
"If her name's mine, who then owns my name? Who am I?'