WHAT KEEPS ME ALIVE

i love knowing that somewhere, a man is looking at his emptying bank account and thinking of me. i love being the reason he skips lunch, the reason he says no to going out with friends, the reason he lies awake wondering if he can afford to keep serving me, the reason he takes out loans just to please me. his financial ruin is my pleasure. his sacrifice is my satisfaction. every tribute is a confession, him saying "you're worth more than my comfort, more than my savings, and more than my future plans." and he's right. nothing makes me wetter than watching a man go broke for the privilege of my attention. he gives me everything, and i give him just enough to keep him hungry. that's the art, that's the power That’s what keeps me alive make me thrive