The V is for…

 Physical.

Metaphysical. 

Your many forms

haunt my dreams.

Glued to a bench at the DMV.

Re-reading the same two lines

on a safety first poster.

Waiting for the zombie to summon me.

Your price for max expiration

was the legal age.

Any uglier of a picture,

and I would've needed a twelve gauge.

Oh, card.

Your ghost form

is the worst.

I’ve been haunted;

taunted;

for twenty-four years.

I have plenty of shirts with your letter,

but they don’t constrict my neck.

Any tighter,

and I would be a distant speck.

The V is usually for vendetta,

but for me,

it’s a bully.

Cutting the strings of my life’s pulley.