𐎙 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍. ⺌

broken and unworthy as i am, i love you. please show me what tenderness feels like.

all men hate the wretched; how, then, must i be hated, who am deadliest beyond all living things.

i saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out, and then, on the working of some powerful engine, show signs of life and stir with an uneasy, half-vital motion.

endurance is a great part of loving him.

i am your sword. wield me as you wish.

my soul is tethered to yours in the most incomprehensible way. you cannot leave me. you mustn’t dare.

i love the sea, the river loves me. i wish to drown, the water embraced all around me. like a true friend, the only friend i’ll ever know.

cause, baby, i’ve never seen brown eyes look so blue.

lay me down where the trees bend low, put me down where the greenery stings.

i can hear them singing, ‘ to love me is to suffer me, ’ and i believe that.

half god, half devil.

the dragon ought never lose.

she was the one least deserving of his rage, yet doomed to bear it.

like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.

i will never see her again. never hear her laugh coming from high above me in the branches. never feel the warmth of her in my arms as we lay on a bed of pine needles, my lips pressed into the hollow of her neck.

i try to forget him, but he’s burned right under my eyelids. i close my eyes, i see him. i fall asleep, he exists in my dreams, where i can selfishly afford to melt in the warmth of his embrace.

if i don’t wield the sword, i cannot protect you. if i keep wielding the sword, i cannot embrace you.

brave men, brave men —— cajoled boys to yearn for the glory of battle, left for dead at in the pits of the dragon’s den.

i am the blood of the dragon. do not presume to teach me lessons.

love is madness, and lust is poison.

not all men were meant to dance with dragons.