You know what I fear? I fear the day that my life would stop revolving around you. Bowing down to your accusations building my sorrow land on your pitiful words that stab me everyday continuously until I am forced to think yes, I don’t deserve happiness and I’ll never be. I have never known happiness without you.
Writing about you has become a way of living. You, you are all that exists. Even in denial and delusion, you make sense.
She Was Sea 