Killing the ghosts
Who are you, ghosts? Why do you still hunt me?
I can’t love anymore.
I can’t feel anymore.
But the kisses, they’re oh so good.
When he grabs my body tightly, oh it’s amazing.
When he touches my skin, I love it.
His kisses in my neck, wow.
His breathing in my ear… dear Lord.
I’m feeling outside. Is it even possible?
I should be feeling inside.
I wish I was. But I’m not.
I’m not in love.
It’s mainly physical.
But when he tells me nice things, I get happy.
When he asks me out, I get all excited.
It’s all rationally correct.
But inside, I just can’t feel it. No sparkle.
No nothing.
Perhaps slightly infatuation.
It’s just good.
It should be great.
I think the feeling is hidden there somewhere.
Where?
