The Wolf's True Existence

You've shattered any beauty that might have still existed, that might have been left.                   I've faded into you Your touch lingers on my skin I'm feeling tainted by you It's all been destroyed with your words                                      You still chase me                   Do you want me?     Your hands close around my throat                Leaving me breathless I gasp for the tiny amount of air; you allow me to have I feel wanted but only for my sexuality                  Maybe the idea of me.. Was being with me an escape for you?                 Will I drown in this?       This wondering seems endless                   Time is limitless                  Letting go is right Spring moves in pushing out the coldness I've been feeling, I'm wandering in the deep woods of my mind. I push through the thick, thick trees and brush. I'm lost trying to find the last piece of you, the last piece of me. I realize that maybe it doesn't exist..                          Maybe the wolf never did.. As I stand in the clearing where I first saw him. I stare at the full moon. I've come to see a few things more clearly. When he came for me I knew I was in trouble. I knew It would be the death of the last remaining beauty inside of me.                     I heard him howl                            So alpha                So powerful and primal              It was something I needed               Something I was missing I was the prey but I made it this way. He chased me to that clearing and as I stood there on the edge ready to jump for him the sick realization hit me..                 I needed to wake up                  It was all a dream              The wolf never existed..            He was just a figment of my imagination that I dreamt up to help cover up my loneliness.