The coldness in your hands every time they touched me should have been the first sign, but you whispered thoughts into my mind, convinced me of realities that were only an illusion. Then you took away all the things that gave me joy. I forgot completely who I was- wrapped up in an existence you fashioned, one that suited your temper, a girl apologetic for baggage, willing and scared. I couldn't be what I couldn't see - you created this all encompassing black hole that enveloped everything around me. Everytime I attempted to escape your narrative the darkness swelled, it grew thicker but so did my skin. I got on a train and I wrote myself out before you wrote me into an narrative that wasn't me, a character that was the opposite of my heart.
Thank God I escaped you, s.e.s