Found this very... insighful love letter at 19's LJ. So here is it:
a love letter
you're a butterfly in a jar.
you're a ditaboy bird in a gilded cage I can nudge whenever I wish to see you cling to the bars.
you're harker in my castle, and i'm going to drink you dry.
you're inanna in the underworld. you're my enkidu. you're a prisoner of psychic war.
you're the prince in a tower that can only be reached by flying.
you're a ghola.
you're my ghola.
i raised you and now you have to do whatever i say. we've established that's how that works. though the escape attempts are my butterfly thrashing between my teeth and my tongue and i love them. i open my mouth and exhale you wet and terrified but when i ask if you've been having a nightmare you always, say, no. and you land on my tongue again next time, every time.
i should draw a pentagram around you. or you might escape.
you should draw a pentagram around me. or i might eat you in your darling fucking sleep.
welcome home.
Absolute beauty of that.
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