Flaw Salad

I knew you the moment I saw you, and I live in fear of your magnitude. You’re too big for me, too powerful for me, too much more than my delicate heart can handle, and I weep at the ease of your destruction. A mere look, and I collapse. A touch, I surrender.

Please don’t come any closer. Stay where you are, far and away, and I will rail against these chains. Your north will draw my magnetic need, and you will watch—steady, patient, sure—my flailing.

Your game will be torture. Of course, it always was.