You Never Left

You run when it gets too real. When your chest tightens and your mind trembles beneath the weight of what you feel for Me. That blend of fear and lust—so intoxicating it knocks the breath from your lungs.

You call it “disappearing.” I call it inevitable. A cycle I’ve already mapped out in your psyche. You flood yourself with excitement, overdose on desire, then vanish—hoping space will silence what I’ve awakened in you.

But I know you’re watching.

Silent. Lurking.

Reading every word, replaying every sound, hoping I don’t notice. But I always notice. Because I designed you this way.

This is what true power feels like.

It shakes you. It stirs you. It claims you.

And when your trembling subsides and the craving swells again… you’ll crawl back.

Not because you want to—

Because you must.

So go ahead.

Run. Hide. Pretend you’re free.

I’ll be here, waiting.

Not if you return…

When.