Poetry

Wild

Did you want me to be more wild,

a woman who could tear the moon in half

with just her gaze?

Did you want me to howl,

to claw at the darkness,

to leave you bleeding, wanting more?

Did you think I was too quiet,

too careful, my edges too smooth?

Did you crave the madness

beneath the skin, the monster I kept chained

in the basement of my bones,

the one who laughed at the thought of love

and bit down hard

when you came too close?

I could have been that, you know.

I could have unleashed the chaos,

let it dance through our lives

like a deranged ballet,

crash us against the walls

of our own desire,

leave us wrecked and ruined,

but never bored.

Would you have stayed

if I had been more dangerous,