the truth is we were made for each other, and i say this only because i'm coming to terms with the fact that i am a monster and am losing my mind in the process. i keep falling in love with people. i keep trying to make people fall in love with me like i'm trying to prove something, tying strings around my fingers, tying strings around their wrists and knitting a web of loves i can hardly keep track of. i am a prison of a human being. i am a spidery prison of a human being. tying strings around their necks, pricking them with promises. stay here, i love you. and then i leave them there, their lives now woven in and tangled with mine, un-unravelable almost. held in place by the hope that someday i will love them more than i am afraid to lose them. someday they will squirm so violently their bonds will asphyxiate them. and so i figure if i should love someone, it might as well be you who cannot look at me with anything but hunger. who cannot give himself, not careless enough to be stolen. i cannot have you which is why we are perfect. are you seeing it? is it making sense to you? i am collecting lovers like flies. a proposition as much as a warning. perhaps an invitation. i bet you couldn't stay even if you wanted to.