Lost in Love, Lost in Me

I am in love,
but sometimes I feel like a ghost,
drifting through the halls of my own mind,
searching for pieces of myself
that got lost in the shadows
when I wasn’t looking.

Your touch is real,
your voice grounds me,
yet I am a stranger
in my own skin,
a wanderer through thoughts
I can’t quite claim as mine.

I love you,
but I can’t always find myself—
caught in a maze of who I’ve been
and who I want to be.
I reach for you,
but my hands tremble,
uncertain if they’re enough
to hold on,
to pull myself back from the edges
where I sometimes fade.

You are my light,
but I walk in darkness,
lost in a version of me
that even I don’t recognize.

I love you,
but I’m still learning how
to love myself.