The sickest cycle

Dear Reflection, I knew it was you from the first time I laid eyes on you. You knew it was me too. It became more and more clear our souls were destined to combine She knew too, the one who you weren’t happy with. Then time passed and you left her and disappeared and one random summer day you turned your car around in traffic at the sight of me. You were free and this time it was me who was with one who I wasn’t meant for That came to its end and destiny succeeded and now we are together for four years with many more to come I pray Now that I have birthed your child it’s hard to say. That I have made eye contact with a few who weren’t you, but go crazy on you when you do that too. The hardest part to come to terms with is that you’re the good guy and it’s my own insecurities that are the monsters to deal with. The wrath of anger comes over me with the thoughts of you, with a she other than me. Then revolve around the cyclic door and I turn into a sickness whore as smile at that he you wouldn’t ever be. Lord help me this needs to stop or else I’ll go completely crazy. Sincerely, Bree