Confession: My Ghost Still Checks Your Page

I unfollowed you in life, but my ghost still scrolls where my heart used to live.

My ghost still checks your page.
In the middle of the night,
when I can't sleep,
when I'm alone,
when I'm weak.

My ghost still scrolls through your photos,
reads your captions,
checks your stories,
watches your life unfold
without me.

I unfollowed you in life,
but my ghost still follows you,
still watches you,
still haunts you.

My ghost still checks your page,
because my heart can't let go,
because my memory can't forget,
because my soul can't move on.

I unfollowed you in life,
but my ghost still needs you,
still wants you,
still loves you.

My ghost still checks your page,
because I can't check it myself,
because I blocked you,
because I unfollowed you,
because I tried to move on.

But my ghost can't move on.
My ghost still remembers,
still cares,
still loves.

So my ghost checks your page,
through incognito windows,
through forgotten accounts,
through the spaces where I can't reach.

My ghost still checks your page,
because I can't,
because I won't,
because I shouldn't.

But my ghost doesn't care.
My ghost doesn't understand boundaries.
My ghost doesn't know how to let go.

My ghost still checks your page,
and it hurts,
and it helps,
and it haunts me.

So here's my confession:
My ghost still checks your page,
because I can't,
because I won't,
because I shouldn't.

But my ghost does it anyway,
because my ghost still loves you,
because my ghost still needs you,
because my ghost can't let go.

I unfollowed you in life,
but my ghost still follows you,
still watches you,
still haunts you.

My ghost still checks your page,
and I can't stop it,
because my ghost is me,
and I can't let go.

I unfollowed you in life,
but my ghost still checks your page,
because my ghost is the part of me
that still loves you,
that still needs you,
that still can't let go.

And I can't kill my ghost,
because my ghost is me,
and I can't kill the part of me
that still loves you.

So my ghost keeps checking your page,
and I keep letting it,
because I can't stop it,
because I don't want to stop it,
because my ghost is the only part of me
that still has you.

My ghost still checks your page,
and I'll let it,
because my ghost is me,
and I can't let go.