Tongue

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...Normal. I have my reasons.I've been through hell.I've touched the flames themselves and I've danced with the devil.Intimately. 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.Too fragile.Too innocent.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...Enthralled. She loves books.I wonder if I could love them too.She loves wine.I imagine us sharing a glass. Imagination. What a tease.Enthralled. Entranced.Obsessed. 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. Enthralled.Entranced.Obsessed.RUTHLESS. I won't stop until she no longer has a reason to cry.Even if it means I have to ride through the fires of hell one more time.