Introduction

She stole the light the minute she entered my life.
I saw everything she wanted to be.
She was like coming up for fresh air, she was realising everyone deserves to be a muse.
So, I'd show her how it felt, and give her everything she ever wanted.

As long as she gave me her.

He is dark. He is forward. He is terrifying. And he is everywhere.
He is the convincer of all that is inside of me and the weakness to what is all of me.
He saw me. He wanted me. He has me.
How do I get away?

And why do I crave more?