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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