He Demands... (short story)

Today He demands nothing else but my time.
A day to grow, hour to laugh,
A minute to cry, second to realize He'd give me his mind.
With no strings to pull if I minded Him back.
He'd again entrust his heart fully attached if I gave my time.

Once He demanded my wishes of the vague and unknowing future.
The innocence in me wanted to tell
"some type of wagered war would suffice. opportunity to be wounded by tactics of intelligence. chance for true surrender. vulnerability. treaty of similar hearts that'll conscribe fantasies immune to negativity. foreign affairs. or defeat."
But the unfairly learned that was my reality rough drafted nothing short of an alliance.
Like a soldier properly trained to use visceral senses my internal battle was made superficial.

Yesterday He demanded I tell the fear that served my restraint.
As I thought "I don't know you, yet you've run with my heart",
I ambiguously disclosed "you're foreign."
He demanded I fairly return His weapon of weakness.
Baffled I looked up and found clarity. I saw Him in the nude.
He spoke of my blindness to His surrendered heart moons ago.
Each time I'd run away from Him, it voluntarily ran away in sync.
He'd hoped I'd journey full circle and run toward Him when my self-contained war was over.
"But if you can't" He lowered my defenses "it might be fair if I ask back what I let you take."

Tomorrow, He'll request if I'll share my mind.
I'll demand He stay away.
This was not an alliance we could form.
I final drafted exile.
In my unfairly learned reality, I refute any truce that contracts me defenseless.
"If some many moons this was you heartless. I don't think I am ready to know you with."

~N.Tulliv.
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