Everything you do lights me up
like a firework
Your hands are matches,
my body is the fuse,
You set me off and
I explode into a
show of colors
Some might call this suicide,
I call it love
because dying at your hands
is better than being alive
and never getting to feel your touch

you saved me from the
wretched place I call my mind,
pulled me out of the
toxic waste of his memories
and wrapped me up
in a blanket of love
but that love is not without worry
what if you turn into him?
use me for everything
big or small
except to love
what if I am not enough
to satisfy you?
My body and blood are not limitless
If you get too hungry
or your thirst becomes too much
I cannot give what I do not have

that love is not without fear
you will begin to pull my strings
making me a puppet
never to speak out of hand
move without my master
telling me to do so
a sorry pile of sticks
you will treat me like a child
because I tell myself I am one
but instead of taking care of me
nurturing me and loving me
you tell me everything I cant do
I can't escape you
I can't love anyone else
I am yours and yours alone

that love is not without hope
I hope that you love me
your love means
I can be anything
I can be loved
I can be wanted
I can be admired
I can be

This love is not without
because I have you