It takes something worse than a monster, to lie in bed at night, and caress my body as if you were on an anatomy exploration.

But soon after daylight breaks and you’ve ceased all of my territory retreat with little explanation.

Only a villain would give me their love, and cover me in a blanket made from stars giving me an “at home” sensation,

But then without warning rip away the covers leaving me bare, exposing the elements, evicting me without a hesitation.

Even the Devil wouldn’t stoop to that level

Because even if we were in pure hell, I would still paint the walls, I still would hang some pictures.

I’d do anything I had to turn Hell into Heaven as described by bible scriptures.

Even if we we’re incarcerated in the darkest and coldest cell of the world’s worst prison

I would give you the whole spectrum from the light of your eyes using my own heart as a prism

You are written in my story in ink as black as night, impossible to ever erase.

To remove you is to, cut you out leaving a whole my fingertips will infinitely retrace.

As if you were a part of me. Almost as if you were cancer, clinging to me like a deathly tumor.

And just as you’re my sickness, you are also my cure, isn’t that some twisted humor?

To be with you is to live with out power, wondering how long before like trash you throw me away

But to be without you is to be terminal, no telling how long til I start to decay

Before you narrate me as evil, or even as monstrous

You must have forgotten the facts are this

Frankenstein wasn’t the monster oh no he was something more terrifying, the scientist.

Just as is here, if it weren’t for what you’ve created of me, the monster would never exist.