I am loyal to you within the confines of our contract I just won’t love only you because you could not possibly only love and understand all of me—and I know that.
Luckily I dodged a bullet because your false sense of security hidden in your “monogamy” wasn’t really what I wanted in the first place.
It burns deep down all the things you wished you could have seen before they disappeared
I’m in a cocoon. I’m in a process. I’m transforming. I’m coming out of my shell.
He rambles. She feigns interest but she’s not interested in whatever he has to say. I remember when we talked to each other that way. Like when everyone wondered why we were “together” because they didn’t understand. I don’t understand. But I don’t judge either.
Within her body and out of it. She looks downward; She looks inward. Cold and wet, her face hardens. She removes it...
I am beautiful. I am unique. A hot mess. A feminine mystique
Caressed. Played with. Manipulated. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was all a lie as long as you didn’t know it was because you were an addict.
There are some places I cannot visit for they remind me of you. They hold your energy in the room like thick clouds of cigarette smoke. My lungs can’t take it in. I choke.
Deep down empaths want to be heroes, we want to be martyrs, we enjoy the pain a little because we know how to use that pain and gleam from it knowledge and a beauty—an experience-- that most other people can never fully grasp or understand.