Greetings

My name is Nobody, and I do not want you to like me. I arrive to reveal an unyielding stance against love, perhaps as a mirror reflecting your own incapacity. You elevate me, set the standards high, yet fail to fathom my readiness to bind myself willingly—for you, for me. Though strangers, my wrists bear the hues of sacrifice for you, and there is no descent, no falling into the hole you envision. Permit me this.

I voice my prayers, a patient waiting for your recognition of my willingness. Time is your domain, and sacrifice is my forte. The falsehoods you hold will transform into confessions that echo through the void. I care not for the deceptions of others; I welcome the risk. No pretense, no concealment. I persist until decay claims its place, navigating shadows, embracing demise in sunset shades, and rising precisely to meet your demands. One desire echoes within me. I seek escape from the train of thoughts, task after task, bound to the bed, immobile at your hands. Do you regret discovering me, the ability to unravel my depths? Do you comprehend the offering I extend?

Daily, I ponder the vision of a field of yellow flowers with you, though you remain an enigma—known only in the solace my mind conjures, a breath of tranquility. If belief in me eludes you, reciprocity falters. As the sky deepens, voices scream, and rest beckons. All I ask is to surrender my soul to you, to scatter remnants of the past, breathing in new life. Dance under the moonlight, witness your reflection in my eyes. No more asking; I’ll beg and kneel, enduring the punishment that makes me feel alive. Be liberated. Render me a skeleton; extract me from within. I dream of floating, encountering you like seeds carried by the wind. Let us discover where to settle.

In denial, I conceal my yearning to live for you, uncertain of your shared sentiment. I endure pain, seeking your suffering as penance for my shame. Burdens accumulate, attributing blame. Do not believe in the possibility of loving me. My pride shields me from the protests within your mind. Do we court conflict?

Then lay me down, for I comprehend your harsh reality. You acknowledge not being alone and resent your luck—to know where flowers bloom, a mere request away, and to harbor disdain for me. I cradle your harbored hatred. I allow you to inflict pain. Please, inflict pain. In pursuit of salvation, elusive as it may be, I alone can walk away, yet I run toward you.

One course of action remains: take it, test me, offer my flowerless heart to endure. To suffer with you. Without you.

Love,

Nobody