Your monster
I’ll consume everything that you are. I’ll know your needs before you do. There is nothing I won’t have knowledge of, no stone unturned.
I will wrap around you like leather and velvet, strangling every ounce of attention and love I can possibly receive, and yet it’s what you fell in love with. But now you don’t desire me to swallow up everything that you are.
I thought you would be the light to my dark, a candle, a flicker, something that I can wrap my darkness around and truly love, to keep your beautiful flame alive. Now I am unsure. I don’t believe I am what you need or want.
I was always a monster, born from my surroundings. How could I not be? A healthy monster, but a monster no less. A Frankenstein stitched together from every negative thing that has affected me so deeply.
I showed you my lining, where I was held at the seams, and reached into my chest, handing you my heart with love dripping from my hands. And you stifled the beauty of what I was to you.
Now I sit in my abyss, waiting, hoping that maybe someone will fall. And when they do, they won’t be afraid to be swallowed up by me.
Your monster.