and she knows it. I want every last piece of the twisted puzzle she hides behind that pretty smile. The darkness she buries so deep no one else dares to touch it. I want the secrets she guards with venom-laced words and the shame she masks with smiles that never quite reach her eyes. Her violence. Her rage. The seething self-loathing that’s barely held together by threads of pride. I want to own them. Fight her for it, to rip it from her with my teeth if I have to, until it’s all mine.
