I love myself in love, but sometimes I feel like a specter

I love myself in love, but sometimes I feel like a specter, Drifting through the corridors of my own mind, Searching for pieces of myself, lost in shadows, Without knowing when they disappeared from sight. Your touch is real, your voice anchors me, And yet I am a stranger in my own skin, A wanderer through thoughts I cannot claim as mine, A traveler through dreams that seem not to be mine. I love you, but I don't always find myself— Caught in a labyrinth of who I was, And who I want to become. I reach out to you, but I tremble, uncertain, If I am strong enough to hold on. You are my light, but I walk in darkness, Lost in a version of myself that even I do not recognize. I love you, but I am still learning how to love myself. In long nights, when stars blend with dreams, I listen to my heart beating like a distant echo, A foreign rhythm, a sad song. I wander among fallen leaves, Each a burden of a past season, And I wonder if I will ever find the answers I seek, In the silence between two heartbeats. You are my beacon in this stormy sea, But I am a shipwrecked soul, seeking the shore that will accept me. I love myself in love, but I am learning to love myself, In silence, in shadows, in moments when my soul floats freely, Searching for its own light. I love you, but I am still learning how to hold on to myself, How to embrace my own being, How to find my way back from the incomprehensible labyrinth Of my own thoughts.