"but i have horrible skin," i said to him.
he was not phased. he was hungry.
"you're too old to be alone. let me care for you."
i knew what that meant.
"i don't need anyone."
"but i can save you,"
i almost jeered.
"i can touch you like no other man can."
they all say that.
he wanted to clench my face in his jaws. i could taste his cologne.
"you are a precious flower. you deserve to be treated like a princess."
he was right.
i am a flower,
and nothing than my petal is more nurturing.
i need me.