Be a mess, but have a focus in the centre of that whirlwind. Be the girl who is all over the place, but always manages to get home safely. Fly into adventure, but make it to the other side. Flirt with me, but don’t be as stupid as to step into my web.
Because that’s not what you want. The idea excites you, I can tell, but you’re not ready. You’re a silly little girl with silly little ideas, and I will ruin you for the rest of the world. I’ll twist and turn you, break you down, melt the parts and then pour you into my favourite mould. I’ll make you into a perfect little toy, but everyone’s definition of perfect is different, and mine is more different than most.
I’ll have you in the palm of my hand, and you will quiver, little girl. Don’t be the mess that stains my clothes, forces me to wash it clean, turn it into something presentable. Fly close to the sun, but don’t let it melt your wings. I’m no Daedelus, and my world is not theirs. I will ruin you for the next man, and the next, and the next. I will be all there is, and all there can be.
So move along, little girl. Flirt with danger, but don’t let it consume you.
