Brave new world.

”You’re so full of yourself,” he says. Well, God forbid that I’m not full of someone else. God forbid that I prefer to fill myself up With myself And not with other people. God forbid that I feel more comfortable See, my DNA is one-hundred percent me. My organs are mine. My heart is mine, The blood that fills my veins is mine. God forbid That my love Is mine too. "You’re so big-headed," he says. Well, what a shame. What a shame that my hubris Intimidates you to the point That you’re even bothered. What a shame that we live in a world Where it’s so much better to be modest or Humble or Meek or Shy or Self-Deprecating Or Self-Destructive. "You’re so self-centred," he says. Well, that’s the worst trait on the list Isn’t it? To be your own Sun And your own Planets, Orbiting around yourself. It’s such a shame that I’m not Centred around anyone else, Right? Next time someone tells me That I’m so full of myself, I’ll just simply ask them, “And who are you full of?

It terrifies you, doesn’t it? It scares the living shit out of you to love someone like her. Someone who is so much of a storm. Some days she’s stronger than you. Most days her voice is louder. She’ll say “no” once and mean it. If you don’t listen she’ll kick you out of her bed and out of her life. Maybe she’ll soften for you, between the quiet hours where the sun is just barely touching the earth, she’ll be all quiet breathing skin and open mouthed caresses. Maybe once in a while she’ll gentle herself into elastic and you’ll press open mouthed kisses to her skin without worrying about the burn. Stop living for those moments where she’s quieter. They’ll be rare. The thing is, most of the time, she’ll be on fire. You’ll have to carry the ashes of your arguments back with you, you’ll have to expect that she’ll fight you and love you at the same time. It’ll feel like loving a hurricane. So maybe, maybe you’re thinking that it’ll be easier if you just left. Maybe you’ll find a better one. Know this: if she asks you to stay, she will do it once. If you slam the door shut behind you she will shrug her shoulders, wrap herself in her own fight and wait for someone strong enough to love her. If you come back, months later, empty handed, she’ll kiss your forehead and shake her head and say ‘not today.’