How could you love me? I’m an ugly monster. A terrible creature. I don’t deserve love.
Are you blind? Are you a masochist? Do you like when I hurt you?
All I do is eat your dreams and suck the life from you. And you still love me?
Must I devour your soul for you to see me for what I truly am? Must I wipe my face clean?
Will you still love me then? When you see what I really am? Or will you run away terrified?
I tried to show you before you said you loved me. But . . . I loved you too. A problem unforeseen.
I hid away the monster that’s me so you would love me back. And now it’s bubbling up under my skin.
Wanting to come out; it feels trapped within. It wants you, like I do, but it will take too much I fear.
Get out. Leave me. Do not love me. Please do not brush my cheek or smooth my hair. Don’t come near.
I love you enough to save you from myself. I will hurt you if you don’t go. Quickly! Quickly! Go!
I might change my mind. Putting my claws into you and feasting on your dreams once more.