Jezabel

Imagine waking up for the first time in years...

Not literally, but literally. Like you're just waking up to yourself. Finally feeling free from the shallow grave you were laying in.

At that moment your light is shining so bright as you step into yourself. Then, he sees you. You see him, though think nothing of him at first. The moment he got a touch, he realized the frequency that was calling his vampiric nature to the beachside. It was you.

He sensed your kind-hearted nature that was walled in and knew he'd have to be cunning in order to break in. He wooed you with his charm and false intelligence. As he knows all too well how to mimic to make an impression and deflect attention.

Had your mind not been love bombed and deceived, maybe then you would have seen his plan. Maybe then you would have seen his hand. The ogre who knew not of himself or the world. The one who would leech off your light causing you to scream and fight. Treat you as though you have no right to feel as you do, know he is the one who claws and bites.

Silently you lick your wounds, unsure if they exist at all. Finally, you've had enough, and tell him you're done. But somehow he's managed to stay for months later while acting in straight hatred. He's tangled and knotted himself in your life, to the point it would require surgery to not harm yourself in getting rid of him. How has it gotten this bad so fast?

You have no energy for self-care, no energy to get help, no energy to work because he sucks you dry every chance he gets. I'm sorry I couldn't warn you sooner, but it's time.

Time to stand and fight. Time to burn him with your light. Time to use your empathetic powers to shield yourself from the narcissist that seeks to suck you dry. It's time to wake back up. I know he damn near put you back in the grave; but, his reign ends today. Because no one can take your shine.