Your Hero

It's just one look but it says more than words could ever express. Shut up. You don't know what you're talking about. Stupid Bitch. Talk and I'll hurt you. Nothing shakes you up more than a stern look from the one who knows best, nothing makes you feel as small as that sneer crawling across his face. He knows best. Remember that. He knows more than you. Anything you were going to say disperses and falls back into your mind, crashing into wandering thoughts and warning them to flee. You're given a sharp clip around the head, a soft reminder that you don't have a personality. You're not responsible enough to own your own opinion, and the independance to voice any thoughts is no longer in your possession.

You're just a possession, and object of vulnerability and weakness. He bounces off you, and your deficiency merely heightens that grandeur he exudes. You make him look good; strong, gorgeous and perfect. Watch his face contort into that charming grin of self-assurance and self-belief. See him stride through his audience and perform the most stunning display of virtue and precision, every step conclusive and dependable. There's no falter in his accent and the words that fall effortlessly from his sensuous crimson lips, and there's no teeter in his course as he lives your failing life for you. His magnificence never hints at wavering. He's flawless. Everything you'll never be, and everything everyone else wants him to be. They love him. Watch their faces as they dance into magic smiles of admiration and desire. They want him. He can do better than you. Ugly bitch.

Why do you think he wants you grotesque form around? He's trying to help you. Are you too stupid to see that? Can you not see the effort he supplies the situation, the way he holds you above the flames of your own war and gradually pushes you through the toughest decisions of your life by taking on the responsibility himself? He's giving you more than you've ever given him, ever even considered giving him. And what do you do? Ignornant whore. Do you rmember what your life was like before him? Do you remember the hopelessness of the situation before he entered with his rationality and faith in things improving? Do you remember the tears before he infected laughter into your world? Do you remember the nights you spent mercy to that monster before he morphed into your saviour? He's your hero, you fool, the reason you're still alive today.

The fact that in the shade of your life together he's transforms into an abuser is irrelevent. The punches he throws and the blows he plunges into your stomach can be ignored, because he's only doing the best he can for you. Your past encounters only support just that. When he calls you those names he only wants you to realise the pathetic specimen you've become so that you can step from your broken shell and flourish into a shrinking rose. He cannot love a meagre weed forever. The goals he expects you to reach are for you own good, he needs you to be better so that he can love you. You want him to love you? Don't you? Then give him the key to your world, and let him own you. He will do a better job of living your life than you've done so far. He's your hero, submit to his will.