I Trusted A Vampire Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

Anyone could’ve been your host,
your victim of preference;
But me? Me of all people?
Oh yes, you must’ve smelled my essence—

The waft of vulnerability,
the perfume of the weak.
And to get what you need?
The odds for you aren't bleak.

You can have whatever needed,
I'd give you that and more.
I will give and ask for nothing,
nothing to fill my core.

But, all the while I know I wanted this,
wanted to fulfill your every desire.
I didn’t want to sustain my thirst;
ignoring my ever-persistent fire.

And, it’s like the tick I wanted.
The parasite I wanted to feed.
A leech clutched on my neck;
my vein satiating your every greed.

Like the monsters and trustworthy vampires;
like old myths, a horror fable;
How could I trust so quickly? So willingly?
Am I really that unstable?

And, on the event of your fleeing—
oh, how the situation is turning.
Me desiring you to need me?
My emotions are desperate and yearning.

Could I not see the inevitable train wreck,
the point where everything goes utterly wrong?
Could I not see the unintentional bond,
the attachment I knew I would hold for long?

Should I wait for you to come back?
To come back when you’re hungry once more?
I will keep the bites on my neck fresh,
as if you had never left before.