To Be His

Everything at once.
Pulled in a million directions.
Stretched taunt across His Canvas.

I ache to be His Angel.
I burn to be His Whore.

I yearn to be His Victim.
I wish to be His Hero.

I'm lost.
I'm found.

Heaven to Hell.
Sun to Moon.
Ice to Flame.

I want to be His Air.
I try to make Him Breathless.

I beg to be His Sinner.
I hope to be His Saint.

I laugh.
I cry.

My mind races.
My emotions shatter.
My body explodes.

I need to be His Shelter.
I am already His Storm.

He could be My Salvation.
He would Ruin Me.

I die.
I am reborn.

I just want to be His.
~Kat