Its Not Love, It's an Incubus

I thought it was cute and sexy when he used to say, “I want your soul, give me everything, all of you.” I thought this meant he loved me deeply. Sometimes the sex would be so painful and so deep, his kisses would literally pull the breath out of me. He would go on for 6 or 8 hours or however long he wanted me for. I let him. I allowed him to consume me, as much as he could stand. I believed this was love. After, I would find myself drained. I couldn’t work, comb my hair, work out or anything! I could barely move. And then he abandoned me. He was finished. My body was broken physically and spiritually. I slept for a year or so. But his abandonment gave me time to think... his love wasn’t love at all! He was an Incubus, whom I traded my businesses, books, friends, family, true love, marriage, purpose and destiny for! I traded it for sickness, disconnection, poverty, lack, loneliness and emptiness.

Only my Ancestors could go to him, claim me and bring me back to myself. Now when I think of him, I feel like he is empty, non existent, bewildered, without purpose. How many non humans have we slept with? Whom have we given our soul, or fragments of our soul to that is possessed and empty? *Omilola