Ghosts Can't Love

What's the point?

Can your so called honesty predict revelations?

This trigonometry repeals all my innovation

The angles set had no equation

A triangle makes sense, but our parallel lines never intersected

Our love was a geometric oddity at best

Something we would hate to love

But yearn to detest

I hoped it wouldn't last, but I never wanted it to end

Hopefulness came in a pretty package

And, oh my God, I wanted to open it

You were like a letter sent to me from the world

And one of these days, I'm going to see what it holds

I can just imagine the stress being torn open with that envelope

But if you can hear me, next time send a postcard

Something that doesn't need to be concealed

So I can see your words for face value

Scribbled out on the back of a place I wish I was, with you

This hopefulness was still in the cards

And I fought the fact that it was going to be hard

But I never was superstitious enough to believe in fate anyway

Or luck, for that matter

Or hope, I suppose

Disappointment has become a revolving door

You never ripped out my heart, but you ripped out my core

I remember that night, that minute

You said: No one can ever replace you

Well darling, someone is bound to

And when you walked away, I found a different suitor to take your place

Her name is loneliness and she kept comfortable

She often speaks, but she is not very audible

Her voice sounds like a windowsill cracking

Sometimes a door blowing open, dancing with the breeze

As I'm falling on my knees, broken

But when she usually speaks

She comes as a ghost putting coals on my back as I sleep

Burning holes in my flesh as I try to dream

Warming up my spine and making me afraid of the heat

And that's a ghost I want to be

I was dead set on a dead bet that put all hope to bed

Revenge, or just to avenge the red half-baked love that burnt at both ends

Pretend? no, but still not real

If love exists, then I guess it doesn't know how to feel

Or am I supposed to feel it?

How can I show love to her

When can't feel it?

How am I supposed to show love to the world

When I don't believe in it?

I don't know what love looks like

As I close my eyes every night

I'm ready to breathe, I'm ready to believe

I'm ready to be alive

Just show me what love looks like

Because you are love and I'm alive