You don't love me.
You love the boy with the stars in his eyes.
You love the boy calling you at midnight to tell you about his dreams. You love the boy dancing in the wind and the rain without any music.
You don't love me.
You love the man taking photos of you at sunset.
You love the man with his broken voice singing you perfect songs.
You love the man taking you into his arms and telling you its all okay.
You don't love me.
Because i am
the beast, raging like a storm
The animal. Hunting. Killing. Surviving.
The wild thing tearing apart your fragile insides.
The shadow under your bed, giving you nightmares.
I am your perfect paradox.
The man keeping you safe.
From the beast inside.
