She Was Sea

Ghost of feelings that once were. I ended up walking into my trap, fully aware of the consequences. Fully aware I was not what he wanted me to be. Fully aware I would always miss myself. Despite all, as my heart wept for him I knew I had no choice but to choose him over me. 

It’s not just him I have to please. I barely came to terms with adapting to him when our worlds collided and reality brewed its colors. His bitch of a sister threw a typical fit and I had to surrender. Because he meant the world to me and she was a fragment of his world. 

Now, this blog is only mine to see, mine to know. Mine to write. 

I belong to him and him only. It’s not a sad thing yet the parts of me that belong and I enjoyed by myself are no longer allowed to coexist and it breaks my heart.