She

I drowned in her the way I had feared as a child I would drown in cartoon quicksand. It was unexpected. Gradual. I was trapped before I even noticed a trap had been set for me. And there was no way out.

She captured my attention in a way none had before her. I never understood how she could demand so much of me without a single word passing her lips. Yet, there I was - fully prepared to leave everything at the first breath she sent in my direction. A single gasp. A subtle scoff. Overwhelmed by her essence and entranced by her spirit. It was a question of passion, not of autonomy. She ruled my senses, my desires, and my aspirations.

She destroyed my soul in a way I’d never anticipated. Picked me apart piece by piece, word by word, breath by breath. There was no longer a part of me remaining when she decided she had had her fun. She was miles from me before I realized what she had done. What she had stolen from me. How she had changed me.

A war between two personalities commanded my brain. Two sides of a single being. Two value systems. Two worldviews. Two demons fighting for control over a single soul. As if she had implanted herself in my psyche. She sat on my shoulder. She appeared in the background of my reflection. She watched over my shoulder and whispered in my ear.

My mind was not my own. She owned me.

She abducted my soul without ever lifting a finger against me.