Monster
I sank my teeth into him and told him this is how I loved. Raw Violent Unmerciful He cleaned the blood off my face, looked into my eyes and said: For love, I can take it. So I kept on loving him. I left claw marks on his skin and burning blisters down his spine. I chewed and spat his flesh at his feet until there was nothing of the man, but a mere echo of who he used to be. He accepted it as a sign of devotion. He thought he was the one not strong enough, not worthy enough. My love for him too great, it was breaking him. But he was determined to prove to me he was not weak, that he could earn my love by enduring it. Not once complaining. For what was a monster to do but take and take and never give back? He was too blind to see this was not, and never would be love. Just another form of possession. He should’ve known that no brand of love would ever willingly bleed you to death. Even a monster knows that. He refused to see that this monster did know love, and it didn't look like this. Like dependency. Like abuse. Like violence. This monster knew love isn’t supposed to break and destroy. Love is not supposed to be a punishment. Love is supposed to make you grow. And as much as you liked to think you were helping me, it cannot be love when you’re tearing yourself apart trying to be “just enough” Boy, I am sorry you were taught to think sacrifice is the way to go, but you needn't rip yourself apart for people that clearly don't love you.
Monster, by enmictlan
