He conquered my spirit. I am not myself when he is present. I am not the boisterous, laughing quick witted girl everyone knows me to be. I am scared fragile & worst of all I am self conscious
He is entitled to all of me. The relics of my soul are offered up as sacrifice at the base of an imaginary pedestal miles above me. None of them are good enough to penetrate the shield with which he guards himself
My fear is that I will never be good enough for him. That he will never accept me. It aches me. I surrendered control to him undeserved. A power he will always have when this season had passed
He is entitled to all of me. The relics of my soul are offered up as sacrifice at the base of an imaginary pedestal miles above me. None of them are good enough to penetrate the shield with which he guards himself
My fear is that I will never be good enough for him. That he will never accept me. It aches me. I surrendered control to him undeserved. A power he will always have when this season had passed
This spoke to me in volumes...I feel the exact same way about my 'Heathcliff'
ReplyDeleteLuv your blog....Namaste.
Btw....pick up White Girl Problems by Babe Walker...she's a genius, she's snarky...she's awesome & so is her blog..www.babewalker.com....Something about her genius reminded me of you..6yrs later..I know...spare me.
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