Wanted

Wanted to love , but feared the pain I knew it too be.
He came to me dressed in black, crow on his shoulder like an angel turned demon to always lurk on his shoulder as his pain weighed a heavy burden on his back.
He showed no hesitation in drinking of the blood of my baggage, took my burdens for his own, but I feared they'd weigh him death to hold the chaos of me on his back.
He stood flawed in his own perfection embracing my confusion, flawed and still living was amazing in his eyes.
He saw me a portrait drawn with crimson ink, a perfect imprint to fit the heart he gave to me.

Wanted to keep my grasp of him, though my mind tried to render me silent and slipping away, he remained! My claws clenched to his edges breaking, brittle and so he held on to me when I couldn't find strength to hold to him.
He knew the storm that raged in my depths, he was the sword that fought my demons to stand amid my chaos, drenched in the essence of my being.
He added lightning to strike a fire in me, setting me on journey to be me.
I allowed the tenderness of his touch and the softness of his voice soothe me back to life, trying to fight fear of pain love might bring, for denying ones heart what it breathes would surely be a far worse demon.

Wanted to love him the way I do when I dream,
Hold him as tightly as I hold him while I sleep.
Fear is nothing, compared to the pain I would bare in losing him.
I love him with a heart he gave to me, and I will love him even if he doesn't hold to me.