Because I know what it feels like to be used, valued only for what you can do... not who you are, not who you want to be.

Because I know what it feels like to be used, valued only for what you can do... not who you are, not who you want to be.

I am what everyone always thought. A killer.

It's unclear who moves first. We're in each other's arms, lips locked, melded, hotly fused. Our hands drag over each other, reacquainting, remembering, almost as if we're both verifying the other one is real flesh and blood.

You can't even see it. I'm the safest thing you'll ever find

Ironic, huh? To keep that part of me alive, I have to be close to that which kills it.

The heart that truly loves never forgets.