Love your ghosts

Love is not all sunshine and heartbeats.
Love is not always pretty.
Love; real love, in all its intricacy, in all its darkness,
in all its shapes and severed apartness, is beautiful in all its flaws.
Love is all around us, we're just afraid to touch it,
for that which we fear, is only our darkness.
Love is black. Love is white.
Love is day. Love is night.
Love is hate. Love is madness.
Love is lonely. Love is sadness.
Love stays with us and all around us.
Love is never unreachable, she is so close that we have no idea,
and yet we shut her out when we need her most.
Love is never guarded. Love will never judge.
Love is skulls and raindrops and
Love is much in need of touch.
I am open to whatever haunts me now.
I am unafraid of ghosts.
And the only thing that fears me most, is
well

nothing..