Mon Loup, Ne Me Casse Pas En Essayant De Me Reparer - My Wolf, Do Not Break Me Trying To Fix Me

My wolf kisses me like I am something he can fix. As if he could drown me in watered-down love, force a baptism upon me But he cannot simply rinse out my evil in his morning gargle It festers in my bones, a burning rot in the absence of religious certainty How can he think I need his Majesty's water, when I am the queen who fills his cup. Have you ever truly seen me through anything but the warping water I give you to drink? I must float below the surface of what he believes I can be. Maybe if I sought the rocky bottom, I could kick off and breach the surface. But in order to sink I must let go of his light heart. And I can't do that.