She Ruined Me, Deeper 2021 Info

She ruined me by teaching me what I could feel. And then taking the feeling with her.

The deepest part is this: I’d let her do it again. she ruined me, deeper

Betrayal is an event. You can survive an event. You can point to it on a calendar. “There. That’s where she did it.” No. What she did has no date. It has a texture. It tastes like the inside of my own mouth at 3 a.m. when I haven’t slept in two days. She ruined me by teaching me what I could feel

She ruined my architecture.

She didn’t break me. She unmade me. Thread by thread. Hour by hour. Betrayal is an event

She ruined me in the way she said “goodnight” the last time—soft, ordinary, final. Like closing a book she’d already finished reading. I didn’t know I was a chapter. I thought I was the whole story.