A Piece of Me

Shreded

Torn to shreds

Your ghost hiding in the darkest closets in my dreams

You move from room to room

Haunting the happy habitats

I can't run away from you no matter how hard I try 

How many splints take form in my shins

They start to stick up as they grow longer

The pain radiates from one nerve passage to another

Before I know it, the splints are becoming comminuted fractures

Ambient lights are turned on though after the pain subsides 

A hue of blue makes you appear

All of a sudden, I feel serene and then your arms 

hold my heart and the astral being in my brain

Euphoria

What is it exactly?

Pain is pleasure?

It must be

How do you disappear and then show up out of nowhere?

Is that even fair?

No, it's not

Yet when I see you in my mind, even though I wake up and know it wasn't real

It felt real

My gosh, it feels so real

I feel every possession to this day

How can you construct so much pain and so much joy in the same setting without even trying?

Why does your ghost stay after I ask it, command it to go?

Why do you linger?

I don't want you to, but when you appear, the lights come on, and I light up like a Christmas tree

It's indescribable other than that

It's alien, foreign, abnormal, damaging, misleading, painful

But you know what?

I love it nonetheless. 

Euphoria.