I’ll be whatever you want me to be.

Aaliyah once cherished her bed, not for its comfort but for the dreams it promised. With her eyes closed, she imagined endless possibilities. Her love for that bed faded when you arrived. Your eyes, shimmering with everything she had ever longed for, drew her in. In your gaze, she saw both the possible and the impossible, a boundless world she never wanted to leave. She vowed to become whatever you needed, as long as your eyes stayed fixed on hers. But you stared through her, your gaze as piercing as the dagger you held. You watched her unblinking eyes as her life slipped away, transforming her into the image you desired. You wanted a dead woman and you had that at your feet. And I think, Even in death, what Aaliyah craved most was to gaze into your eyes and see her dreams reflected back.