Carrying the Beast Child
I wanted to believe he could love me—that the endless waiting, the aching hunger, would bloom into something real.
But all I've earned is his loathing.
And even as my chest shatters and tears carve burning paths down my cheeks, part of me craves the pain.
I crave the sting of rejection, the jagged edge of his disdain—because it means I'm still here. Still occupying the shattered corners of his life, no matter how broken or toxic.
I'm drawn to the torment, the bitter taste of being unwanted yet unable to escape.
I'm a masochist drowning in a love that kills. I would rather bleed a thousand times than live in a world without him—even if it means I'll never be loved.
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