He says it's not about someone else but we both know it's not true. Instead of working on our relationship he's in his head with someone else. And she's invited herself into the recesses of my mind, too, edging her way into nightmares and restless sleep.
But fuck him for using her to destroy our memories. Fuck him for making her into something she's not instead of seeing me and letting me be the person I am in daily life, the person that draws other people in and radiates light. He's turning me into a monster, something ugly, so he can pull away and make his fantasy that much more erotic.
And yet still he is the only one, my sun and my moon, my best friend and confidant. He is both the creator and the destroyer, ablating the vessels flowing from my heart one by one until my heart can no longer flow to any place.
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