how does a ghost love?

how does a ghost love?

he takes your hand in the dark when you lay down to sleep,

he watches over you to keep you safe.

when the sunlight pours in, it melts away the traces

of all the battles he fought for you.

and you cannot find him,

in the creases of your sheets

or the gentle press of your feet against the carpeted floor.

so how does a ghost love?

he holds your hand, but you cannot feel it;

he keeps you safe, but you never know it;

he is always with you, but you cannot see it;

so he tells you he loves you

in flowers left at your doorstep,

in chocolates hidden in your desk drawer,

in post-it notes on your walls to tell you how wonderful you are.

he needs no tangible body, so long as he is full to the brim with love.

but how does a ghost love

when he's stuck on a different side of existence?

oh, dear, he is so enamored with you,

he whispers praises at your feet and you cannot hear it,

his eyes shine when you sing and you cannot see it,

never has such deep love been given, for you to be unable to feel it.

can you see his fear? do you know his worries?

he loves you, you cannot tell;

so he will do his best to make it clear.

how does a ghost love?

don't worry about the blood on your walls;

it's just a sign of his affection.

don't be scared of the ones who go missing around you;

he'll make sure you're never one of them.

monsters have always existed in your life,

don't you know he's just protecting you from them?

the way he protects you in the night,

from spirits of vengeance that feed upon your dreams.

indeed, this is how a ghost loves,

with desperation, with adoration, with obsession, with manipulation.

he needs you; he'll do anything for you,

but you could never tell, so he made it clear.

now you can finally see him in the mirror's reflection.

you can finally feel his chilly hands taking yours in the night.

you can finally hear him, and he is saying

"come join me, my dear. come join me.

together, we'll learn how ghosts love."