To Love A Ghost     

How do you love a ghost?

You believe without credence that the person is still real.

You believe that the person has changed after all these years.

You believe without proof that all of the things that went wrong the first time, won’t go wrong this time.

You believe that your love will conquer all.

You have faith that your love will conquer all.

You are blinded by your faith and love.

In the back of your mind, you know better.

That little voice is telling you that you are heading for a fall.

But you ignore it, willing it to be wrong.

Begging it to be wrong.

But you know it’s right. You know it will win. You know that reality is just a paper thin wall away from you.

Yet you sink all of your heart and soul into loving the ghost.

You give the ghost everything you have, sacrifice all that you have, hold nothing back.

And then the ghost turns into a monster and rears it’s ugly head.

Yet you still love it. Thinking that if you love it enough, it will love you back.

But you know it never will. It can’t. It’s a monster. It doesn’t know how to love, only take and use.

But your heart still wants the love. It wants to be loved by the monster. It doesn’t want to give up.

Something has to break, somewhere. I just don’t know where, or how.