​Hubris. Of love, of man.

I am not soft. I am not gentle; my essence is unyielding to all but the forces of nature.

I can be brutal. Chaotic and utterly unrepentant; I’ve been alone my entire life. It’s the way things are for me. The path I chose requires me to find solace in solitude. I will not lean on you without your permission. I will not invite you in unless you ask. Unless you’re sure.

I will not be careful with your heart, and I will not hold mine back if you let me love you, so do not love me if you are not certain. The glow of my love is not unlike the sun – it will burn everything but our essence. The ego will be nothing but an echo.

I am a natural disaster. My spirit alights with psychological insurrection. My soul dances in the fires of alchemical renewal. The winds of change steer this ship, and oceanic entropy is my resting place. You cannot comfort me with placidity.

I will not wait for you to catch up. I will see through the surface of you; you cannot hide from me because I know all the best hiding places. I will see you to your core. I will accept all that you are. Leave what you think you know at the door, and I will show you the rules and help you draw a map through your labyrinth. If you find yourself in my gravitational pull, my words ring through your mind… I’ll never let you fall. If you place your trust in these hands. But there’s no going back; you cannot lie to me if you want to quit. You must be kind enough to be cruel. My heart bridges with the spirit of the phoenix, with the caveat that love can only transmute those who wear their true face. So, let me lead you back out slowly. It’s an uphill labyrinth, and the emergency exits have no stairwell. It’s a long way to the ground.

I know what you’re drawn to; I’m here to tell you it’s a trap. The light in my eyes is a siren song. It’s a treasure forged through temples of holy rage. The path I chose is littered with trapdoors leading deep into the core of what it means to suffer. I will never hurt you on purpose, but you are likely to get hurt. You might wish you’d never met me. It’s the way things are for me.

I have no interest in objective certainties. The only true certainties in life are the ones we choose for ourselves. The end of the road is an illusion. Don’t tell me you have the stamina to keep going if you do not… because if you let me love you, I’ll wait as long as you need. But you must keep going because I am restless and relentless; I will never find peace in standing still.

I told you that I was very complicated. That I was hard to love. I warned you that I’d always be here if you were sure. It was a warning.

Do you regret the moment we met? Do you find me in all that you see? Do you resent the truth, hate the ironic hands of fate? I wish I could say that I’m sorry.

“You’re too sweet for me.” is probably what I should have said. Sigh. The eternal hubris of man.