"I gave you a palace built on the sweet, selfish echoes of my own desire. I called it devotion, but it was just a gilded cage I designed for you. I entrapped my beloved. I made your heart my prisoner, then watched you closely, waiting for the day your absolute loyalty would falter—not because you were disloyal, but because I needed you to be, so I could play the tragic, bleeding poet.

I painted my prey in beautiful colors, blinded you with my poetry, and used you. I preyed on the tenderness of your soul, feeding my own ego in the name of love. I hunted you down with my affection, trapped you in my web, and then called it your betrayal when you gasped for air. I am the villain cloaked in a lover's skin. I did not love you; I loved the way my love for you made me suffer, made me sing."
~Ghani Khan