Your wish to be loved stays pleasing, and the part that refuses to make its desire respectable pushes the other way, the two squared off at ninety degrees and grinding each other into a shape neither asked for. Venus and Lilith sit square: the affection that seeks approval and the appetite you would not tame keep colliding. You have paid for softening your wanting to get chosen, then watching the exiled desire surface right where it broke the pretty picture. The Black Moon is no asteroid drifting by, it is the strain the loving is shaped against. That grip leaves a way of wanting with no varnish on it, one that learned its real form from being crossed by the untamed hunger it could not keep polite.