ghosts and bones

That time of year again...

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people’s ghosts don’t scare me, this is what i want. i prefer that you show me your achy bones and the ghosts that linger your halls. i want to know you and every part of you and i don’t care how messy or chaotic you are. when you step foot into my life, i place my whole self into yours. i want to know you, i want to know what makes you, you. what makes you scared, what makes you happy, what makes you cry. because that’s so human and i am undeniably fascinated by the way we all love and thrive off of different things.

empty bones;
—  i don’t want to live
in the ghosts of her
memories,
i want to make my
own,
with her,
in our
home,
but loving her is
so hard,
yet i lay here
in a bed
of flowers,
suffocating
underneath
buried roots
in my lungs
as i disintegrate
without her,
into empty
bones,
becoming
a past
she wants to
erase
into ashes
to brush off
into the
streets
of her childhood,
sniffling as she
shuts
the
door.