Pseudopathy

I hope
this is what you wanted.

I hope you wanted to see me die.
I hope you actually stopped loving me that day.
I hope I bear no attraction, no ounce of beauty, in my body.
I hope you never loved me.
Just like you said.

No one sees you as well as I do.
No one sees the way you
act like you care
almost like you actually feel it
it's like you really feel it
and then you shred it apart
like it's nothing
when addressing the mind.

No one sees the sharp teeth you bare.
The glistening, dragon eyes you use.
The venomous tongue;
The sharp edges of your structure;
The knives on your fingertips;
The killer in your heart;
The apathy in your soul.

You murderer.
You monster.
Killer.
Psychopath.
Lunatic.
Freak.

My favorite person.
My partner, soulmate, my dancer.
I need you.