The way (poems about love and loss)

Is you

I feel like I should be happy

And not feel completely down.

And maybe I could have some fun

If I wasn't so caught up in my fears.

But they haunt me like a ghost

Constantly hovering in.

The kind that shivers up your spine

And wraps cold hands around your neck.

To choke you

And to kill you.

I try to forget that it's still there

Watching from across the room.

And sometimes it's hard to understand

That what's haunting me.

Is

You.