The Bad Guy

by Celia Aaron

“You aren’t the first to call me that, though I prefer high-functioning psychopath.”

I’m drawn to your spark of darkness the same way you’re drawn to the ocean of mine. We aren’t magnets pulled together by a weak force; we create our own gravity for each other.”

The sun doesn’t reduce its heat to assuage the frigid moon.” “How do you do it?” He cocked his head to the side. “What?” “Say things like that? Pure poetry from someone who never feels.” “It’s you.” He leaned closer and slid his hand higher on my thigh. “You’re the reason. I can assure you I’ve never said a poetic word in my life until I met you.”