To the North;
my captor, my kryptonite, my cradle, my enabler.
We just aren’t right for each other.
I can see why other people fall in love with you…
At first, you are beautiful and welcoming. Everything so new and unique.
You are the place they always read about growing up, the one their mothers never warned them about.
They don’t know you like I know you. They only see your nice side, the side you show on the surface. I mean hey, your beauty makes for one hell of an Instagram post.
But eventually, for me at least, your cold demeanour becomes more scary than sexy.
Your bite becomes louder than your bark.
Maybe some day we can try again,
but not right now.