By Megan Benham
I want your hopes, your dreams and your nightmares.
I want your inside jokes, I want your deepest fears
And I want your slow breathing in the morning rain,
I want your quiet laughter
And to split open your brain.
I want to delve in and get my hands dirty,
to peel back your skin and see what’s underneath.
I want to swallow you whole as you praise me,
I want a lock of hair and a box of your baby teeth.
I am your devil
And I am your angel,
I am your phantom
And I am your jailer.
I am your moon
And I am your dawn,
I am your poison
And I am your cure.
I’m your damnation
And I’m salvation,
I’m all yours
And there’s no way you can change it.
I want your cloak and I’ll hold your dagger,
I want your head upon a silver platter.
I want your black lungs,
The scars that won’t fade,
To lick the salt from your cheeks
And hear you scream out my name.
I’m going to make you beg,
I’m going to hold you tight.
I’m going to keep you safe
When the wolves come at night.
I’m going to eat you up,
I’m going to bleed out,
I’m going to fall for you
Then reach up and drag you down.
I’ll be your lookout
And getaway driver
I’ll be your slave
And I’ll be your master.
I’ll make you crawl
And pick you back up again,
I’ll give you my all
And see it through to the end.
I hope when it’s over -
when the night is through -
They won’t know which parts are me
and what’s left of you.