emc poetry

You’re haunting my thoughts,

a welcome ghost in my castle.

You’re stealing the show

a tragedy turned romance.

I didn’t want to be yours,

I always thought I’m better off alone.

To be yours is a privilege

and I don’t know if I’m enough

but I’m trying,

what is enough?

Here I am now,

spun in a woven web of

delicate ivy you spun

not with promises,

not with complements or roses,

but just yourself.

-emc