You have carved your name into my skin with your dark poets. You stained my lips with the words you had spoken. You filled my soul with memories I can now never forget. You were a piece of darkness I wanted to play with. But playing with darkness always hurt. But I wanted to be hurt by you, in a way where hurt felt like love, and I would cry over the pain but forget that tomorrow I would love you all over again. Pathetic I would beg you to stay.. But you would leave anyway. And I would die in a way where I was still breathing.... And it's strange.. Because I crave that. I crave everything about you.. Even if it hurt me.
-Kyra Angel.
To My Dark One
