I dug my fangs into your flesh
But you did not feel them
You didn’t even notice as the blood poured out
But I tasted it
And I kept craving more.
And as your blood grows sour
I realize I miss when you tasted sweet.
But did you ever?
I fear I must unlatch.
My jaw has grown tired
Holding on just for this bitter mouthful
But I cant help but wonder
Will you miss the bite?
The pressure of my teeth
Will you miss the ache?
Or did my fangs truly sway you none?