i know just as well as you do how much you love alexander
how much you crave him
it's pathetic.

it makes you detest romance.
the very thought of it.
do you detest sexual desire as well?
is there any room left in you for desire at all?

maybe that's what drove you over the edge
finally letting spiderlily into the deepest crevices of your brain
seeing romantic, sexual, carnal desire right before you

that shattered you, seeing me being desired more than you
seeing yves being desired more than you
seeing desire.

you can't handle that, can you?
poor, poor thing.

if only you could still desire.

my desire is to end your suffering. did you know that?
i'm a being of eros. i desire more than all of us combined, and yet...
the key to ending our suffering can't pick up on that.
she isn't the goal, just a key to it.
and so, i need your help,
little miss culprit.