Undead One

A short poem about a bad break up. (has on swear word in it thus the non-e rating)

I want to start drink in the morning
and only finish when I am dead
Because you snuck into my heart
and now you've fucked with my head

Now your like a ghost walking through my life
I can hear your laugh in my mind
see your face staring back through the mirror
and your beauty is in everything I find

Everyone else still talks to you day in and out
which frankly makes me feel insane
How am I to cope with this all
if you are constantly alive then dead again.