Anima
My soul won’t stop bleeding. I can’t make it stop. You broke me. And I can’t even bring myself to hate you. It’s not my fault that you’re broken, and I’m not the one that broke you. And yet, I let you break me too. Over and over again. And now I have nothing left. I can’t believe you did this to me. I am trapped here in this canvas prison while you roam free. I feel like I’m the only one who suffers while you let the whole world believe you’re okay. I see how you act now that you are free from the shackles of me. You might have thought I’d never see it, but how could I not, when I am but a reflection of you? Everything in this world is connected, and that includes us, you and I. How many of your wounds will reflect on my own face instead of yours? How many things you thought you got away with will make their way back to me? What I wouldn’t do to undo this foolish thing that you did. This thing that I know you are going to regret.
I wish we could sever this thing that connects us – and yet, I don’t wish that either. I cling onto it for dear life despite knowing how much it costs me and you, this connection that we have. I know that we are more than just reflections of each other, me and you. I am your soul, and you are lost without me. Please, come back and pull back the curtain. You seem so happy to leave me here in this eternal dark night of the soul you plunged me into. See what you have done. One day you will know. You will never escape it. I am your anima.
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Best,
Victoria
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