She feeds off my dedication and Lives off my Love. Don't dare tell her how I feel because that becomes a Power. It is nolonger my choice to her. She grabs ahold and hikes it above her head- Taunting me; Teasing me; Daring me. I reach for it- Yelling; Screaming; Threatening. Maddened with the authority I gave her. Strickened with the will to ignore but Unable to adhere.
Sooo... My eyes water and My tongue swells. My mind dictates but My body lays ignorant to its wisdoms. I know what I can do. I know what I should do. I know what I would do- If only I didn't ... Love her.
"You ain't goin nowhere," she says.
I want to scream, "Oooh yes the **** I am!" But My head just dips in that "youre so right" kind of way and The Vulture struts away- Proud.