Mild

Time after time I find a warm and mild lover so safe and devoted to me. But I am not grateful. I throw them away. I don’t want much, just to be strangled to death with love by a kind and gentle murderer on the eve of a bloodless apocalypse to be remembered as the most evil wretched beloved princess loved so deeply by all the land only to be revived again just so that I can screw it up all over again forever and again because suffering would be intoxicating if I could choose it and the dawn that follows and make it real for only as long as I want it to be. I am ungrateful