She was tangled into my being, her messy, coarse vines gripping every fiber of my soul. She had the power to destroy me. And I would let her. I’d gladly burn for this woman just so she could feel the warmth of my flame. The more I tried to unlove her, the deeper she burrowed into my skin. I was done fighting. She was now a part of the fabric of my godforsaken soul.
