I could never know just how dangerous being a lamb is until I fell for the lion. He could easily snap me in half, mentally, emotionally. He is all predator, cool calm and collected. All harsh lines and sharp tongue All confidence and cockiness But the way he moves, so beautifully It breaks my heart. And I am the sick ******* that can't bear to let go, I would run if I wasn't so busy being caught up in him So busy wanting to put him back together Because he wasn't always a lion, wasn't always this. He was a cub once, a smaller version of himself now Lesser and more But I will fall asleep tonight thinking of his roar And what it does to my heart Not afraid, but utterly transfixed Stupid, stupid lamb For falling in love with the lion.
The quote that is the title was written by Stephenie Meyer ten years ago. The poem however, is mine