The Master
I'll rip you apart and tear you to pieces, just to know, to be sure, that you know me.
Want me.
Feel me.
Love me.
Hate me.
Notice me, at least.
I'll make you hurt, and suffer, and cry, and lose everything, just to realize you have me.
All of me.
Heart.
And soul.
And thoughts.
And it aches.
It aches because I don't know how to love, to have, to give. I know how to be – your best friend, your best enemy, your best Time Lord apart from you.
Because we're the only ones left.
And no matter how many times I die, or how many times you die.
I'll never, ever, ever truly leave you.
For I have you.
I know you.
I hate you.
I love you.
I'm not sure I like, but, oh, well.
R E V I E W !