The day before the cursed night
I tore the pages out of my notebook in my sleep
Hiding shame not yet felt
And words known but not yet written
Such an eerily perfect omen
Of the mind and heart's miscommunication
Lost memories that preceded lost memories
With looming feelings that predicted looming feelings
A self destruction planned meticulously by an alter ego
The actions of a Jekyll
That just make me want to hide
Trapping myself with an endless series of questions
To answer
And to keep asking
The encounter came as most disasters come: by chance
Like a tornado she shook me to the core
Tearing up the emotional foundation I had been setting
Leaving me to mourn and pick up the pieces
But it was different
I've been sucked in by the allures of losing myself in another person before
And I certainly will again
But it was different
Someone with such a beautiful soul
That still somehow wondered if they were enough
But they were content with me
And sometimes
That's just enough