9.28.20 // ghosts

The ghost of you still haunts me.
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It haunts me in unlikely places.
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In unlikely moments.
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In unlikely faces.
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And it makes me hate when I don’t have hate.
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And it makes me angry when I don't have anger.
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But, hate and anger are not for you, you don't deserve those precious human feelings.
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They are for me. Not towards me, but they are me.
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With you, I never could have had that. I never could have had me.
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Because even in those haunting seconds, I'm reminded of what I am...
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Free.
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Free to feel everything without judgment and justification.
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Free to be completely me.