Holy Ghost

Holy Ghost 

Sometimes we say I love you to ghost. It doesn’t make the love any less real.

Memories of what we use to be all on these walls like flashbacks of Polaroids in my mind. Thoughts of you don’t seem to cease.
 I hear your voice haunting me. I should bury you, but I can’t let this love rest in peace.
I should pay my last respects and get closure. But I can’t close the casket. The world has written our eulogy numerous times. But we come back like a romantic Ouija board. That black magic.
I should give you wings and send you to heaven. Or I should equip you with horns and tell you go to hell.
I should say in another time in another life. Maybe we’ll be reincarnated to better suit each other and karma will be on our side.
 In your spirit is where I hide. No matter our faith, just don’t let your faith in us waiver.
If every god every man has ever believed in doesn’t believe in us. Let’s form a new religion and say “I Love You” like its scripture. The pure sex that is your body is my temple. And all I ever want to do is pay tides and blessings.
But you’ll never read this because when it comes to my world you’re a ghost. You’re a living breathing ghost and you haunt me.
 
Sometimes we say I love you to ghost. It doesn’t make the love any less real.

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