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Love is something hard for me to come by.
Love is something i believe i have found.
Love is something i choose to feel about you.
Love, to me, is my need to taste your blood,
be by your side,
tear you apart.
You do not know this.
You compare our relationship to that of a human and a vampire.
You do not know the reason you think of me as the vampire.
It is much more accurate than you could imagine.
You know not of my familys personality, nor looks.
You know not of my friends, not even that i have any.
You know not of my habits, or my fears.
You know not of my clothes, or my tears.
You know not of how i write, or my preffered lead.
You know not of the posistion of how i sleep in bed.
You know not of any of this of me, and is goes both ways.
I know not of the intricacies of you, and how you live your life.
Despite all this, i can imagine my teeth on your skin,
and you can imagine the feeling of us cuddling as we rest our heads.
You’re a being so sweet, but i know there is more.
More you have not shown nor told of your truth,
The things of which are dark,
Disgusting,
Beautiful.
Likewise, do not share of my desires, of my lust, and my wrath.
Of my need for violence, fueled by love.
You see me as sweet, a being alike.
But you can tell… you can tell that we are much more unlike than the surface may tell.
My adoration of you runs deep, yet shallow as a thin frost.
My need for you built upon “sin”, so primitive.
We are so close, yet split apart.
But my love for you, is like a message, branded on my heart.
I love you.