We thought because there was consent,
it was ok.
I thought giving you permission
was enough.
But it wasn’t the freedom of permission that you hungered for.
You wanted the part of me that was willing…
and wanted to destroy it.
I needed you to play the Monster.
And you did so beautifully.
You helped me touch on wounds I couldn’t find any other way.
But what we didn’t understand was that there was no
return for us from that place.
You would always be the Monster…
and I would always be your victim.
Even though we both know that deep in our bones
that’s not who we really are.
I don’t need Monsters anymore.
And you don’t need victims.
We played it as far as it could go.
Then lit a match and stood and held hands as we
watched it all burn.
Until you turned to me and said…
‘This is the end of a chapter.’
And I knew by the look in your eyes,
you meant us.