Anonymous

The Dangerous Cycle Of You And Me

A few months from now, you’ll text me. Even though I deleted your number, I’ll know it’s you.

After my assault, I felt lonely, hopeless, and like “damaged goods.”

For the shortest moment in time, everything that I thought I wanted, I briefly had. Though, really, did I?

The monster under the bed had me frightened and tucked into my blankets to avoid being grabbed. But as an adult, there is a much different fear.

I am more fearful now of speaking on the matter than I was living it.

The universe does not miss.

Ours was an old-school, undeniable, unbelievably consuming love – or so people thought.

If I really wanted to break free, I needed to start breaking down walls with my bare hands instead.

What could I possibly offer the world that you haven’t already given it?

I have been grasping at love so hard because I am grasping for something to make me feel whole.