I Am Not Sorry My Friend.

I wait in your presence, humble but impatient.
You smile happily while I growl in anticipation.
Your lips curving so deliciously it tweaks my heart.
My hunger grows deceptively.
I pace to keep myself from pouncing onto your defenseless form.
You relate your tales of love and adoration,
I imagine beautiful blood staining my lips from yours.

You had no idea. How could you?
Yes, it was sudden. Yes, it hurt. But tell me,
What result do you get when you cage a wild beast?
Can you so foolishly think for a second
that one so fine, so free would ever suffice for
A life in such a small cage?
Your love brought only boiling rage!

Smiles no longer linger on your face.
Wiped by the claws of my accidental strength.
Your skin grows colder every minute as I murmur apologies.
Come closer to the fire within me to warm your pale skin.
You're not looking so well, my friend.
And although you've been kind
I am not sorry. I've long since made up my mind.