I’m too dark for her light.
I am who I am, and I won’t apologize for it.
I don’t know how to be...
I have my reasons.
I've been through hell.
I've touched the flames themselves and I've danced with the devil.
Damnation torched my soul until it was black.
Then I see her.
I'm enthralled, but I can't speak to her.
She's too pure.
She doesn't need to see my torched soul.
She doesn't need to taste my damnation.
I watch what I can't have.
I swear I'll protect her.
Even if she doesn't know I'm there.
I get more...
She loves books.
I wonder if I could love them too.
She loves wine.
I imagine us sharing a glass.
Imagination. What a tease.
She feels me there.
Sees me out of the corner of her eye.
I'm the reason the hair on the back of her neck is standing up.
But I stay in the shadows where I belong.
Until I can't.
Until the day I see her cry.
Those tears feel like open wounds.
I want to heal them.
But all she does is run.
So I follow.
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