Ghosted

What happened to those dreams and nightmares? Now it’s just you in my head since you left...what happened to the chaos, the PTSD, the oversensitivity, the shut downs, the lack of energy? I thought you brought me happiness and solutions but I look back and find myself in a pool of tears, confused, betrayed, lead to believe something that wasn’t real. Was it me that created this fairytale? Was I the narrator in our story? Not that I can tell what’s in your mind but I could because you are my creation. I can say exactly what you’re thinking and what would it matter? You’re far gone and anything that will bring me good I welcome...just as long as I’m not tricking myself again. I’m tired of living fairytales...