The Blood & The Bones

‘There is something in us that is very much attracted to madness. Everyone who looks off the edge of a tall building has felt a faint, morbid urge to jump.’ – Stephen King

This is how I’ve always felt about love. In fact, the more fucked up you are, the more I’ll probably want you. I want the blood, the pain, the warrior who’s seen more death than his share. The man who takes solace in my acceptance of the darkest places in him. The man so intensely obsessed with me that it’s almost scary because no one has ever loved them unconditionally until now. But when will I learn that it never lasts.. that they always fail you. That sociopaths or narcissists don’t make good partners in the long run until they choose to feel instead of to run. That trying to heal others with my love often ends up hurting me. But the only truth, the only constant I have ever known about myself is that I have more love to give away than I’ll ever choose to keep and if this is a flaw or a blessing, I may never know.

LL~