I “transformed into the essence of love itself” not just for others, for myself, too; and if my self-love was a shallow notion then I would have laid down and rotted in the grave that you dug, in preparation for the both of us to lie in and suffocate under the ideas of men that you swore you never would follow.
So stay with your hunter and forever be the prey,
and I’ll be the evil one who got away.
© a.v.b.