I'm trying to match the beat of my heart with yours, and I'm beginning to truly understand what the basis of an abusive relationship is like. We're nothing but porcelain dolls that have shattered into a million shards, and glued back together into a mocking semblance of "what if"...
Parts of our anatomy are missing, now: hands, so that we can't hold one another, my cognitive dissonance so that I may never fully feel the handicaps and disabilities of You+Me. But I can't just leave. You are a fraction of my soul. I am an even lesser fraction of yours.
I should be afraid of the fact that we've deteriorated into nothing but shadows, fleeting and haunting each other's heads. But I am more afraid that it's just me who feels this way- that I'm alone with your ghosts, while you never even saw mine at all.
Constructive criticism is always welcome... Or just drop by and tell me a random thought. -ivy