You have set me free.

For that, I owe you the world. 

 I was waiting for someone to tell me no.

Thank you.

 Somehow, this doesn't feel like the step backwards I think it should feel like.

Somehow, it's going to be alright.

Somehow, I know I'm so much stronger now.

You're here to teach me a lesson. My soul told me so, and my mind shrugged and followed it in.

You never had much choice in the matter.

What remains to be seen is if this is the lesson I expected it to be. You remind me of so much. 

 I waltzed right into your life unannounced, but I caught you inviting me in.

You were somehow perfect.

And now all I feel is lost.

 I don't actually want you. I just want the idea of you wanting me. I just want the idea of your eyes following my every move, making me visible, making me beautiful.

I want the idea, the promise, the suggestion.

You can keep the real thing.

 And sometimes everything is just fine, somehow.

 You took what should have been precious and turned it to poison.

So I took what became poison, and made it worthless.

 "He could have taken advantage of you, did you ever think of that?"

"Worse things have happened."

I still know no fear.

 It felt almost parasitic. Sliding between you, soaking up your love for each other and reveling in it. Hands and bodies stroked and moved until it was impossible to tell whose hands, whose tongue, whose lips, were whose.

Somehow, it was perfectly okay.