Fears of abandonment overwhelm me as my heart beats at me from within.
Say the perfect thing, all the right words. It’s all your fault if it goes sideways. If I get it just right he will stay.
He will stay because I cast a spell of words on him that made him want to wrap it tighter around his soul.
He won’t have a choice then. He will remain because I made it happen.
But that’s not real because he does have a choice. He always does.
And so do I.
I can choose to look myself squarely in the eyes and allow that woman to be herself and believe that she is worthy.
If I am not honest about who I am and am instead busy building intricate webs to keep my target close I am hiding.
I am not real. I am not me. I am lying.
The truth is I am so much more than my sex. I am all the truer words I speak, the beautiful ones I create and share.
I am more than sorcery.
I’m just not sure I can convince anyone else of that. Possibly starting with myself.