ghost - writing piece



a new face

a new voice

there is not a trace left of you




why am i still running?

when you aren't even here

another has taken your place




his hands are a much better fit for mine

one of a kind

but the ghost of you still haunts me




if fear cannot coexist with love

how come falling into it is so frightening?

why am i shaken to my core?




a girl like me doesn't get butterflies

rather, a stomach infested with beehives

each sting worse than the previous




vulnerability is all that i crave

to surrender without fear of consequence

with my love carrying me through life




love is not something to repress

or to be done in secret

it is to be embraced with every fiber of our being




we all have ghosts

skeletons in our closets

baggage piled up to the ceiling




yet it doesn't have to dictate our present

how ready i am, to let my guard down

and never have to put it back up.

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