It is so dark inside my head. I can’t see. I pretend, I speak, I look, I live, wrestling those words. One foot on their throat, but begging for their mercy.
In co-dependent relationships, we borrow someone else’s identity. What we gain is an illusion of security, and what we borrow comes at an energetic cost.
Our attached self, our fearful self, will always migrate towards the crowd, it will always be a branded cow. We must conform to get along in capitalism.
The beauty of your presence makes me feel things I am so afraid to feel, for your love burns me even as it heals me, searing my scars formed so long ago.