Learning to let go of people is difficult. Learning that everyone has a different definition of love is difficult. I can't trust myself. I can't trust anyone else. But I do....
I melt at their words. I call to their bestial senses. I am the forbidden prey. Even still, they chase. And I give way.
In my prime, I prowl. Mistress of the game. I have yet to be tamed. Locked in my cage, gnawing at the lock, I howl a lonesome cry. Gallantly, heroically they beckon to my shrills.
When all I want is to be free.
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