Sep 8, 2014
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he is my antithesis.
say, i am a wildfire. he's the storm brewing just beyond the shores. i wait for his raging rains, wondering if they could douse the coals that burned beneath me.
say, i am a sinner. he's the angel, pure and innocent in his every step. i touch him with tainted hands, marring him bone deep.
say, i am the mind. he is the heart, emotions all encompassing in its relentless passion. i inflict pain, deciding against him in fathomlessness.
my dear, do not fret. for love, i can mold myself like clay in the master's hands. together, we are a masterpiece.
- a foretelling (x)
