I resent that I am compelled towards you and compelled to share. Almost as much as I resent these desires.

And in this very moment, I want to cull the part of me that spits these words at you. And at this moment, I want to feed it until it becomes uncontrollable. To feel something so good and so bad and to want and despise something all in a single moment.

I wish I could show you this creature inside of me.

It wants to show you too. I try to ignore it and distract from it but it wants to rip me apart. It is savage and it violently wants to come into existence.

I am a fearsome creature until I'm faced with my desire for you.

I wish to devour you, possess you, name you, to be only for you.

I wish to ravage you with my lust, misery, joy, and opposition, and give you all I've never given another.

I wish to share with you all my faces and for you to know all my names. To linger in your mind and on your lips and for you to always be in the corner of my eye.

I wish, I want, I know. You are mine. And I am yours.

My endless fascination. I loved you for so long.

You'll never know. I'll never tell. Just strangers in the dark alone together.