You knew things would be different.
You knew after you gave him to me,
That nothing would be the same.
Tell me.
Do you remember how I felt against your fingers?
Did I burn when your skin touched me?
Did you cry when he was inside of me?
You knew what you were getting into.
But you held on.
You held on to him.
He was yours, after all.
But why cry when you knew you were the one
Who left him with a weak spot
While I made him strong?
Of course, he was your weak spot.
That is why you came to me.
Isn’t it?
You knew what you were agreeing to,
You knew what I would do to him.
You gave him to me knowing that.
You begged me, kneeling, willing to bargain
So that I could give him a strength you couldn’t.
And I kept my part of the bargain.
I made him strong for you.
You will never forget that
Any more than you will forget how I felt against your skin.
Do your fingers still burn?
Now that he is gone,
Is remembering me your weak spot?
One day, maybe we will see each other again
And we can find out.
Maybe one day, you’ll come and stand by me
And I will touch you again.
But he won’t be a part of that.
Admit it.
Touching me did not just change him.
It changed you too.
