(Day 296…)

Am I the only one who thinks it’s an impossible task?  Why it don’t last?  Is that too much to ask?

From now on
To ensure eternity with you without fear
My touch must pierce your skin
My kiss must grow fangs that drool with adoration
I don’t want to maul you into loving me
You shouldn’t consider yourself prey
To believe that you are loved
Being so used to bruises and scratches
Is no deterrent for love
You seem to have gotten over seeing your own blood

My heart
Brings you to the fetal position.
Maybe you feel if you play dead
I’ll give up and walk away.
But I’m not afraid.