Do I even care?
I'm confused yet pleased.
It never mattered.
They never mattered.
He looks at me as if his life no longer matters. As if something that shouldn't exist,yet it does, is sitting right in front of him, and he can't face it.
Afterall why should he?
It's not like many before him haven't been hit by the same obsession.
They crave for what they can't have.
And well..no one will ever have me. Especially not, in the way, that, they want. I'm no one's object, displayed to be played with, yet they are my perfect ,specially made ,toys. They come ,without me even calling them.
Beauty is not a curse.It's an obsession. The best thing ,one can have.
Their obsession, is my reward.
All it takes is one look and I already know they're mine.
-A person like you,this beautiful, can't possibly be evil.
-Says who? Your distorted perception or lack of knowledge over real human nature?
-Your feelings make you weak and blind. Lucky for me, that's exactly how I preffer you to be.
-You fancy me?
-I fancy many men
-I don't wanna hear that
-You have no choice
-Because I'm weak?
-Because you care.