Just Haven’t Made You Stay Yet

Chasing a ghost I am,
with you.
Echoes of words
are all you leave behind.
Forcing me to force myself
to find contentment
in the seconds
when I had you
all to myself.

About the author

Lady Jughead

Lady Jughead lives and writes in the city she loves and hates, Bombay. Without meaning to and harbouring mixed feelings about it (You’ll see the irony in just a bit), she’s forever wandering in the murkiness that exists between straight and gay, clear and clueless, butch and femme, cute and hot, and genius and insane. All of which leave her with a question that often occupies a significant portion of her cognitive capacity – is she Just Perfect or is she falling fast into the deep chasm of obscurity called Just Average?