To whoever might fall into my traps,

I'm sorry I can't love you the way you love me. I can beg, plead for your forgiveness for holding you captive in my heart. Even when I know I'd do it all again, even when I never cease to torture you with the intensity I drown you in. I'm lying when I tell you it's to save you; but please, my dear, please don't ever prove to me that you can take it. Lose your breath and float with the waves, show me how easily your mind will break; so you can let me let you leave. Tell me how you'd love to watch me bleed, just how much you loathe the disgrace of a monster I've been trying to conceal. Promise me you'll leave, and I'll promise that my pleas will be music to your ears when I beg on my knees for you to deny me your love. Promise me to stay only enough to make me feel, but not enough to see through. Break me and leave me to bleed out on the floor. Then turn back one last time before you walk out, just to remind me you could never stand having to know me for who I am. But please, don't ever prove me wrong. I wouldn't know what to do with your acceptance. I wouldn't know how to have you all to myself, to be yours so completely that rejection could feel foreign. So I'm sorry. For deceiving you, for luring you into this constant state of paranoia and performance, I hope that you can find it in you to recognize this pattern I've been made to continue, and forgive me.

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With all the love I have left in me,

Your Captor.