The Villain

I want you to need me like the villain needs his lover.

Willing to burn the world and hold me in the ashes.

To build my up like a goddess and worship at my feet,

Just to break me into pieces like pottery smashed against the wall.

Creating a need so fundamental within me it's like a drug,

Rushing through my veins and feeding the addiction within.

Wrap me up in your darkness and whisper sweet deviant things in my ear.

I don't want a match made in heaven, nor do I need one.

I need a match forged in the darkest depths of hell.