The ghost of my past wraps around and burns me, whispering my name, dragging me back toward the darkness where I am most comfortable and trying to accept my fate. But there, your voice guides me back to your arms every time. The sound of my name out of your lips sounds like the sunrise and its sunset every time we lay down together. I am in fear of this happiness. I keep looking back like it’s attacking me, like I am not good enough for you or it, everything in my body bracin