This might be wrong
and I might be fooling myself
'coz deep down I want the house and the golden retriever too, I guess...
But
I do not want to be your safe haven,
I don't want to be your anchor of sobriety
I do not want to be the good influence
I want to be the poison in your veins
the voodoo-magic woman you write blues about
I want to ruin you by just being me.
I want to be addictive
possibly even bad for you
but impossible to resist.
I want you to wake up craving me,
causing you to form a habit around me
I want to be the Helen of Troy,
I want you to declare war for me
to fight, to climb mountains, duel
and other things hot-headed men do for intoxicating women
Don't save me, and don't need me to save you.
I want you to drown in me.
get lost in your obsession that is me.
I want to be the whiskey, the cigars,
the drug that you need rehab for
I don't want to be safe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem