"From the Soul #1"

There's a hollow ache in my heart, a breathless empty throbbing in the center of my chest where all my past hurt is stored. I want you- please stop; I need you- go away; I hate you- hold me; I love you. I'm conflicted, and I despise my confusion. You drink my weakness like honey, and make helplessness seem beautiful. Because of you I think I'm beginning to understand the difference between willing and not willing, even as you force me down. You know I will not break; you know my tears are never fake. However, you know not the difference between my porcelain masks, and that is your downfall.

Smile for the camera, Kitten. My eyes are black and empty. I hide my emotions not only for me, but for you, too. You would not know how to deal with my reality, and pity is not a blessing, not disguised.

So please, let me continue down this path of self-destruction. My pain will not affect you, and my sorrow is my own. For now, baby, for now I will be your Everything, but remember that perfection doesn't exist, even in this wicked puppetry of emotion.