Ghost

There are too many reasons to be sad.

Too many introspective, overthought moments that cloud judgement and debilitate common sense.

Before you, I believed in love.

Held it in high regard.

Craved it and sought it with pure intent

Now, it's a ghost that haunts me and torments me in those moments when I long for my skin to feel your skin again

You told me that love doesn't exist

I should have believed you