I have watched you fall for me, as I have fallen.
Though I never will fall for you, I will fall. And you will catch me with your patient arms if I ask it of you. You know this. I do too. We both seem okay with this fact.
I have watched the way you tremble under my touch, awaited an embrace that you could channel your love through. I have seen the way you stare too long at me. My eyes, my lips, my hands. You want to touch me, but you are afraid of me. You see the power that I cradle in my palms, you see how I can bend the world to my will, and you fear me.
I do not know how to fall for you. It is not in my heart to do so. But I will wear a mask of a heart for your sake. For I am not without mercy. Without kindness.


I have fallen for you a thousand times over. I cannot stop this, though I have tried.
I admire you, the way you can laugh and hold your own. The way you show no fear. The strength in your fingertips that leave me desperate for more than a brush of a hand. A cold arm and a colder kiss. I beg for it without words, without glances. I ache for your touch, your love, and part of me believes if you are better, you can love me too. It's all I could ask for, and yet, it seems like asking for the infinite and impossible. I have found myself reaching for your hand, parting my lips to ask to touch a feather, but my words fall short. My hands tremble, hesitate. I know what you are. And I rightfully fear you.
I know I have fallen for you. It is all my heart can do. But I will wear a mask of a friendship for your sake. For I am not without sense. Without care.

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