I am a villain
I am the monster painted into fairytales
The darkness under your bed waiting to steal your happiness.
If you glance my way I'll turn you to stone
Keeping your eyes locked on me
Forever.
Because no-one really looks at me,
Truly studies me
Voluntarily.
I'll use the vines of my power to draw you in
Sharp thorns digging into your flesh
Keeping you near me.
Because no-one really approaches me,
Truly stays with me
Voluntarily.
I am a villain
I am the monster chained into fairytales
The sickening growl in your wardrobe that's taken your sleep.
Those that watch, wish to avert their eyes
Those that come close, pray they hadn't
Because I am the villain
And no-one loves a villain.

My pores open to your touch.
The feel of your fingers
Dancing over my skin
Ignites fire under my soul,
Creates electricity inside my bones
And makes me want to
Reach
Out
To burn your skin
The way you're burning me

I made holes
Inside myself
Bigger than the holes
That you created
Inside me

Dear lover
I regret to inform you that I cannot refer to you as my lover any longer.
Not for lack of wanting, but for lack of love
See, two people can be together without love
Two people start out without love and may progress into it
But that was never going to be the case for us.
I cannot refer to you as my lover because we are not lovers;
We may have *** but we do not make love
Because to make love you need to have love
Have the intention for love.
Love making makes love and love allows for love making.
Dear lover
I've realised now that you were never going to love me.
It was never in your intentions to love me
Nor to make love to me;
I can't even remember an instance when you called me lover.
Perhaps the name was implanted within me because I had the intention of love
I was ready for your love and love making
But you didn't want to write me any letters.
Dear lover
I regret to inform you that your lack of letters has meant I was unaware of your lack of intentions
And I fear I may have fallen
And might want to call you my lover forever
Signed, a lover of non existent letters.

I'm drowning in air
And inhaling the ocean
And thinking
About the sound of my name
Wrapping over your silken toungue