She thinks I’m broken…perhaps once. It is her that takes and does whatever she wants. She is impulsive, and at the same time, calculating. She reads minds except for mine. She believes she knows me, yet my darkness is darker and more evolved. She is reckless and ruthless. She is out of control. She keeps her distance as she should. Everything she wants she gets though her needs are unmet.
To feel empowered and helpless all at once. She can conquer the world with me, yet solo she is weak and penetrable.
Her mourning coffee 