I have been utterly destroyed more than once by the same, sweet cyanide piercing through my lover’s kiss.
Though I relished in the consuming bliss, though I trusted his soft hands, and easy promises, some small part of me never would make it to the other side every time I surrendered to him.
I was made for his magic, I was designed for his delight. I wanted nothing more than for him to use me, praying he would learn to love me, wishing I could be his darling.
Any thoughts I possessed of leaving him were quickly erased for fear that I could not exist outside of his spell.
Little by little he will destroy me, only to build me up again through whispers of hope hidden in the sweet nothings he tucks in my ear. I am only craving that soon it all comes true.
