There were so many points that spoke to me. New to me as his lioness.
were First of all, we broke, broken, broken, in ruins, and I, his former companion, his former best friend, his shoulder to Lean on, his diary, had to lose it in the struggle for an identity, forgot to leave behind me.
Then there was the Queen, the anger and the hatred they harbored against one another and in the end, only a bitterness touched her, because they have each other probably never, ever would cost each other.
My promiscuity was a thorn in the lion, a lady had obediently, her heart had to be as pure as possible, and that his lady in particular. The debris weighed on every pore of my body.
Drug disturbed him. He was also a consumer, an occasional, who took herbal substances to him in the states of orgasmic fantasy shifted and helped him with a piece of self-exploration and invention.
the wrong reasons I would have to take drugs - but there is such a thing as the right reasons?
I was not that the lioness, which he wanted to. Too crude, too small, on average, to consume, to use, dull, colorless. I was nothing of what he expected, wanted, had hoped it would never be.
probably why I was so surprised when, after months without contact from me stood up and told me of his love, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
In his touch, in His words were, not the destruction and self-hatred, for which I was looking ever so decisively. Where was the pain, where was the pain, where was the contempt in which the pain where the pain?
I do not think he understood that I wanted to use that I needed the feeling of being used. Even as I stood before him and undressed piece by piece, I gave him involuntarily and he fended off me with a delicate touch and preferred to hug me, he seemed not to understand that this is not in the least follow that what my heart required.
"What are you doing?" My voice sounded confused. "Do not you want to sleep with me?"
"Yes, but that's not it."
"What is it? It is yet so - man and woman fall in love, fuck the love of leave and to return "
In his view, my naivete reflected back.. "You do not need to constantly switch your masks and the set up of which you think the people they want to see."
"What are you talking about? I am me. Just as I am here just in front of you. "
The lion gave a harsh laugh of himself that sounded almost like a purr, shook his head, stroked me gently, with trembling hands on his neck. "The art you do not. "His index finger rested on my heart that pumps the blood of the queen through my body. "The whole scene you have forgotten who you are. Do you know who stands before me now? A person resulting solely from the spirit and memories of the other entered. A person who has collected her personality from all around floating souls. One person, the other made from it. "He dug his fingers gently into my skin. "This, are not you the"
We were silent for several minutes.
Then I started crying and could not stop.
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