It’s a metaphor,
You and me.
The thought of us breaking apart,
Makes me feel I will fall into a trapdoor of depression.

Please,
Stay with me.
I want to tell you secrets
That I hide from myself and from everyone else.

Please,
I can’t let you go.
Let this love be aeviternal
You’re my dulcinea.

This isn’t your normal limerence
This is love
You are love.

I stopped looking for a monster under my bed
Because it was inside me.
I never realized that,
Until I fell for you.
I was a horrible person,
And I loved you
But you wouldn't love me back

Because
Who'd love a heartless monster?

You taught me how to express my feelings in a new way. Making poems. I know my poems don't rhyme and sometimes they ****. They're just a way to let out my feelings. I have so many feelings for you, but I can never tell you. So here I am, writing all I want to tell you in a website, to show the world except to you.

A ghost means something that can't be seen
Some may do
But most of the people breathing, living don't
My ghost love for you is invisible
You can't see it
But actually everyone does.

My love is a ghost
But since you don't notice me
I'm a ghost too.

Met a boy at eleven,
He was my obsession.
But then he just became a reason of my depression.

Met a boy at seventeen,
I felt like I was a little boy at his favorite submarine
Happy, joyful and free
But then he was a fraud and that changed everything

I turned into a manhater,
A player.