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oh, darling, i hate making you cry, but it seems that’s the only way i know you love me at your core, where your feelings are intricate and deep and hot like lava and sometimes beautiful, completely different from the wintry chills you give me.

i’m a child of darkness. all this sunshine you’re giving me, i’m not really used to. you call out my name or brush your electric fingertips against my skin, and suddenly, bold flashes of yellow infiltrate the grey; some dormant part of me is shocked into an exhilarating awareness when you do such things. i want you to know i woke up this morning feeling like you were my chosen lover, but more like you chose me. you are light. light is the lion, and i am the prey, and i believe i’d rather surrender than run or play dead. i do not fear, for i know it is my fear you seek to destroy.

i desire the strength to hogtie your wild ego and dump it in the deepest river, for it steadily claws away at our love with its huge talons, and you are oblivious to it. this is quite painful because i’m in love with you, so you must snap the fuck out of it now and tame the beast before it kills us.