Ahhh, the Ghoster Himself - unfinished.

You don't remember being with me,

but I think you took a piece of me,

on your way out of my bedroom;

While you struggled to not be seen by me.

Your hands felt with just a touch,

and to you it wasn't much.

But the scars are indented in my skin,

From boys like you, when I was their crutch.

#jlm