Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.

You're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.

Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero.

I'm battling monsters, I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings/ and you say I'll give you anything but you never come through.

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.

I wouldn’t kill your pony. I’d like to believe it, anyway. I’d like to believe I wouldn’t drag you out in to the woods and leave you there, either. So far, it hasn’t come up.

Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.