I never thought it would come to this. My whole life I have spent pleasing others in an attempt to gain their approval. You, however, I know would still smile at me even if I slit your throat and watched the blood run down your skin.

Nobody has ever seen me like you do. To you, I am a goddess, bathed in buttery light. I am ethereal as I writhe beneath you. But in my eyes I am nothing and I cannot understand how you see me with petal blinding you.

For a while, I didn't want you. You were too nice and I like my men to toss me away. But now I feel something odd. I worry if I hurt you in any way. I'm not sure if I've fallen for you, but there is something in me that wants to shelter you from the world.