...But as the days feel longer and your words feel short, sharp and dagger-like- I'm hoping they don't destroy me. But I can already feel them clawing their way through me like ten sharpened nails ready to tear me up and feed me to some wild animal. Like I'm tiger chow in the circus that somehow became my life. I do not know what happened. It's like the absence of your constant love leaves me on a tightrope with no net. And it's not until now that I'm starting to realize I fell long ago and the net was never there. It was just another illusion I refused to believe wasn't just magic.