Reality

He attacks me suddenly 

Erupts like booming thunder

And all I do is wonder

If things will ever change 

Because I feel his heavy power

Quick hands 

Sharp teeth

Ready to devour 

I am delicate,

not fragile,

please handle me as such.

I was crafted,

perfected,

but I will crumble under your touch.

I am easy to break

because I am not meant to be broken,

I wonder if I can't get over you

Because I can't get over being wanted

There was something special about being wanted

Knowing you'd talk for hours about me

And go out of your way to see