My Vampire Poem by Paige Sisemore

He is my poison.
And yet my cure.
I cant refuse,
his tempting lure.
His bite is toxic
and so addicting.
He reads my mind.
Whats he predicting?
He picks me up
with just one arm.
Its funny that,
I dont alarm.
I can't sleep,
No dream can compare.
He sees whats deep
within my soul,
beyond my heart.
I try so hard,
tho I can't control.
but i know
he won't tear me apart.
he is mine.
and yet hes not.
so for now i'll take what i've got.
my amazing friend.
my light in the dark.
my sweet vampire...
has part of my heart.