I tire
Of this. of you. of them.
A compulsion drives me this night, from whence it came I do not know, but the words will come out regardless.
You must choose, my friend, whether you are the victim that you so eagerly portray when you need attention or sympathy, or whether you are the Succubus. No more of this pretense of "these men lied to me about who they were." your entire personality is a lie. From the carefully manufactured innocence to the soul-biting venomous words you spew at those who incur your disfavor.
You thought I did not see? you thought that maybe, the wool you had pulled over my eyes? Unlike the many men you have led to self-destruction, I never truly trusted you. A gift, you might say, from the first I loved. But I digress. I know others see what I see. Some, I know, were taken in by you completely, and only recently saw the light. But one (that one) I suspect now may be as cold inside as me, and always knew that he must keep you at distance, not unkind to you but never dropping his guard.
Or is that what keeps you curious about me? That I know you to be a lair to the core and yet simply smile and nod, as if bemused by your conduct? Allow me to finally shed some light on my less than revealing self. I find your internal conflict amusing; a weakness that separates you from us. You're doing it all wrong. Do not hide your malevolence. Cast aside your shell of innocence and weakness. THAT is what leads them to lash at you. They can't help it really, in a moment of painful truth they see the brilliance of your flame and realize that they pale in comparison. Unable to strike at that, they instead lay seige to the shell in which you reside, assulting with plainative cries of "You said you loved me!" No, tell them the truth, that their fire is not bright enough, it does not burn with a need to be something more than themselves enough, to keep you amused. And when amusement has faded, we are really left only with pity for them. From your own actions, even your words, it would seem that you simply view men as toys. Cold, yes, but not an entirely unreasonable point of view. Yet, instead of doing what YOU want, you instead lower yourself to their level, subjugating your personality in order to make them comfortable. THAT is our difference.
I would understand this level of misunderstanding from a stranger, someone who did not know me at all. They never would have spent time with me, never asked me for help. They have no REASON to know me as anything else. But you. You I expected better from. Not even the courtesy to say "yeah, fuck your couch." to pretend it was all just a misunderstanding and you were a victim of events is to underplay the cunning in your actions. relish in it! Laugh; call me and simply say "checkmate"! Ebmrace that you outmaneuvered me. Me, who is almost never surprised by anyone's actions. Granted, it was because I expected you to play it like the opponent, rather than a victim of circumstance. But still! you caught me off guard. 5 points to you.
I make no apologies for this. Remember that when it's sent to you by some spineless whelp of a friend that feels you "need to know". Do not come to me until you are prepared for a real battle of wits, I'm tired of .... all of it
........more to come on various things
A compulsion drives me this night, from whence it came I do not know, but the words will come out regardless.
You must choose, my friend, whether you are the victim that you so eagerly portray when you need attention or sympathy, or whether you are the Succubus. No more of this pretense of "these men lied to me about who they were." your entire personality is a lie. From the carefully manufactured innocence to the soul-biting venomous words you spew at those who incur your disfavor.
You thought I did not see? you thought that maybe, the wool you had pulled over my eyes? Unlike the many men you have led to self-destruction, I never truly trusted you. A gift, you might say, from the first I loved. But I digress. I know others see what I see. Some, I know, were taken in by you completely, and only recently saw the light. But one (that one) I suspect now may be as cold inside as me, and always knew that he must keep you at distance, not unkind to you but never dropping his guard.
Or is that what keeps you curious about me? That I know you to be a lair to the core and yet simply smile and nod, as if bemused by your conduct? Allow me to finally shed some light on my less than revealing self. I find your internal conflict amusing; a weakness that separates you from us. You're doing it all wrong. Do not hide your malevolence. Cast aside your shell of innocence and weakness. THAT is what leads them to lash at you. They can't help it really, in a moment of painful truth they see the brilliance of your flame and realize that they pale in comparison. Unable to strike at that, they instead lay seige to the shell in which you reside, assulting with plainative cries of "You said you loved me!" No, tell them the truth, that their fire is not bright enough, it does not burn with a need to be something more than themselves enough, to keep you amused. And when amusement has faded, we are really left only with pity for them. From your own actions, even your words, it would seem that you simply view men as toys. Cold, yes, but not an entirely unreasonable point of view. Yet, instead of doing what YOU want, you instead lower yourself to their level, subjugating your personality in order to make them comfortable. THAT is our difference.
I would understand this level of misunderstanding from a stranger, someone who did not know me at all. They never would have spent time with me, never asked me for help. They have no REASON to know me as anything else. But you. You I expected better from. Not even the courtesy to say "yeah, fuck your couch." to pretend it was all just a misunderstanding and you were a victim of events is to underplay the cunning in your actions. relish in it! Laugh; call me and simply say "checkmate"! Ebmrace that you outmaneuvered me. Me, who is almost never surprised by anyone's actions. Granted, it was because I expected you to play it like the opponent, rather than a victim of circumstance. But still! you caught me off guard. 5 points to you.
I make no apologies for this. Remember that when it's sent to you by some spineless whelp of a friend that feels you "need to know". Do not come to me until you are prepared for a real battle of wits, I'm tired of .... all of it
........more to come on various things