It’s your darkness that attracts me most. Not your kink, or your dirty mind, although ther
It’s your darkness that attracts me most. Not your kink, or your dirty mind, although there’s certainly part of me that’s drawn to that part of you. No, I mean instead all of the parts of you that you’d rather not put out in the light. The fuzzy cobwebs of your mind, where the basement has just naturally formed, fossilised around some bitter core of you. The things that make you guilty to be you. The things that drift up to the surface of your mind at night, once the lights are out, and they can bask in the black. It’s not that I like the bad in you. I’m not a fan of bad in anyone, but I accept that it’s there, and in being there, it’s a cross that you have to shoulder, a constant reminder that you can be worse than you are, that you must be better. It’s your darkness that attracts me, because you don’t let it out. You wrap it in chains, weigh it down with them, so that even if it could find the key, it still wouldn’t be able to get much further than the outer recesses of your psyche. I’m in love with your guilt, and the way it creases your brow. I watch your tears, because each one is another reminder that you’re just a person. You’re no angel, because we’re not extremes. No one is any one element, pure and untainted. To err is to be human, after all, and the more you err, and the more you struggle not to, the more I’m drawn. I want to watch the darkness dapple against the sunlight, pretty patterns against the perfect, unbroken expanse of your skin. I want what that represents, too. A mind projected upon, conscious of the potential for harm, but resisting. Vulnerability can be pretty, in a forlorn sort of way. But to overcome that vulnerability, and be stronger for it, turn that weakness into a strength, that’s beautiful. -- source link
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