Ghost

I want to be a ghost.
I want to cling to the walls of my childhood home.
I want to live as the dust that settles on my abandoned sheets.
I want to be a breeze in the corridor where they hated the girl who didn't even speak.
I want to breathe in my own bones and sink into myself.
I want to float through his mind like a lost dream.
I want to be loved for who I was before I became who I am.
I want to be a ghost.