Harder.

Grab me, play with me. Show me what i’m missing out on. Prove to me why i should surrender my soul to yours. Prove to me why you’re the one i want to go through hell with. Why you’re the one i want to die with. Why you’re the only one i want to feel inside of me. Why you’re the one i want to entwine and entangle my body with. Come on, prove it.

Prove to me that you can be a soldier by my side. A warrior in a raging war. An opponent and an ally. Prove to me that love is worth fighting for and that your love is worth my time. For if i have chosen you, it’s because i’ve seen potential in you. More potential than all the other candidates, so don’t, let…me…down.

Because you’ll regret it.

You know, ‘trust’ is a difficult word for me to pronounce these days. I find it difficult to even say the word because it leaves such a bad taste in my mouth. From all the people who did me wrong in the past. The dirty, deceitful liars they were.

Yeah, it’s not pretty. I can tell you that much. To be stabbed in the back. To be criticised and hurt over and over and over again. So now that word practically doesn’t exist in my dictionary — but — prove to me that the word can be reinserted and we could be just fine.

Yeah I know, i’m toxic.

Manipulative.

Controlling.

Vindictive,

and scathing.

But would you have it any other way?