I am brave and powerful. I am the strongest you will ever meet. I have achieved more in my life than you can even begin to dream of for yours. I fight and I win.
I am a goddess. You tell me this. I let you in, mercifully.
You spin your words like a playwright. You love it. You kiss me hard, spinning me until I am dizzy and drunken - and I flood. I let you open me like an orange and bite hard enough to taste the citrus on your tongue. I tell you the true things about me. I'm left bruised and I say nothing. I am sick and in love with the feeling of being adored.
You bring me offerings like a cocaine rat stuck in a maze, pleading that the next blind move will lead to escape - to success.
In the quiet, I am fragile. I lay in my bed, so paper thin I make no noise when I break. You are there, watching. With every breath you live a hero in your own mind. Selfishly you sink your teeth into every part of me. Getting off to the idea I would write this about you.
Your love is primal - it is stunted - it is young. I see the little boy with a big heart alive in you. You are still him, always him, playing and crying and laughing and always, always, always and forever just a boy. A stupid boy - blinded by lust and thinking of exactly nothing as you wholly hand yourself over. I am doomed to realize this.
When you are forced to face yourself it will be alone. You will still taste me on your fingers, craving the high. And I will be miles away, forgetting I ever thought to send this to you.