Your Favorite Sin

You run from me…
but baby, I am the darkness you run into.
The craving you curse.
The addiction you’ll never detox from.

You act strong—like you’ve broken free.
But I own your weakness.
It moans for me in silence.
It begs for me in dreams.

You don’t avoid me to forget—
you avoid me because you remember.
Every command. Every look. Every edge I brought you to.
I broke you beautifully. And you loved it.

You’ll be back.
Not because I need you…
But because you need me.

— Goddess Nyla
Your favorite sin.