Like a spoilt brat,
Unsatisfied with the playroom full of toys,
Ungrateful for the happiness they swim in.
Like a spoilt brat,
I want more.
I want your face within my hands.
I want your arms around my fragile shell.
I want your heart within my chest.
I want my scent taming every cell on your body.
I want my touch to stain every thing you possess.
I want your lips to only be familiar with mine.
I want your eyes to be the only ones that trace every edge of my body.
I want you to share the oxygen that only I can breathe.
I want you to re-write the stories that have cursed my skin.
I want you to blind me with that crooked smile of yours.
I want to study the lines that form around your eyes and lips when you smile.
I want to wake up to your shell wearing this sweater of yours, for a change.
I want to directly hear the raw frequency of your voice.
I want you Demon.
I want your flames to burn me alive.
I want to melt, disappear, rebirth and become one with you.