I only told you once. How unhealthy my love was, my obsession, hurt me more than you anyway. I wrapped my life around you. I wrapped my thoughts around your vague desires your cruel demands. I remember your head on my lap your tears on my thighs. I remember you laughter, your promises. I remember exactly how hard I tried to fight your demons. I remember days, weeks, months, years wasted on your sick delusions. I was so lost. You saved me, Jim Jones to my misguided youth.
Better the abuse you know, than the strangers you don't.