“You might not have been my first love but you were the love that made all other loves seem irrelevant.”
“that is the thing about selfish people. they gamble entire beings. entire souls to please their own.”
Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey.
I can’t help but question the intention behind soul rape. You walk into my life, merge with my soul, cut off pieces of my flesh, demand fragments of my soul, and then call me a chapter in your story. We write our own stories, create our own endings. Couldn’t you have written a better ending to the chapter? I have met quite a few characters in my life, and by far, soul vampires are the worst. They wrap you up in a warm blanket, tell you you’re the reason they’ve found meaning, and by sunrise they’re gone… Disappearing completely, leaving marks on your skin.