It looked me in the eye,
I stared back,
"Are you not afraid of me?" it said,
"No."

"In fact, I was waiting for you"
"Were you?"
"Rid me of this pain, this agony"
"Why?"
"I have no love. No heart. I am heartless. It is a curse. **** me"

Then the monster started crying.
And stole my breath away.

i don't know if you knew this but you deserve better.
you don't deserve the constant criticism.
if i remember correctly you have worked so hard to get where you are now.
you are the one who ran after the musician because you liked his shirt and stumbled to him to tell him that.
you have ripped tights because you fell too hard but didn't want to say goodbye to them
you like to be alone all too much, but it's okay.
you give yourself to people and feel selfish when you don't
you feel suffocated.
you are being suffocated.
if you're cold you pretend you are not
you should not
reluctantly hand yourself over
this isn't a  war you need to be a part of
this isn't a competition you need to win