Wanting/idealism

"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb."
-Stephanie Meyer

Okay, lets pretend for a minute that I didn't preface this poem with a quote from Twilight, just like I pretend like I can't relate to wanting something dangerous for you, like the male preying mantis moments before he gets his head bitten off. He just wanted love, we all just wanted love. Sure, maybe my lion is a little off, a little more insecure, but he bites,
licks his teeth and only says things to get a rise.
 Maybe it is the warning signs,
 after throwing off my blanket of security, and burning it
I search for something that offers nothing, makes no promises, only
 speaks pretty words
and the occasional smile.
Maybe I just have a thing for lions,
don't judge,
as if you've never wanted something, knowing full well it will destroy you,
Looking at you, staring into your five empty shot glasses, as if seeing them full again would stop the spinning feeling, as if seeing yourself in saftey again would stop your spinning feelings,
 I fell... like anyone would,
 more magnetic than anything.
Pulled in by my own docility, a lamb
It is so easy, when I am away I think of the harshness in your words,
The aggression in your movement,
but those goddamn eyes,
They are so much more intense in my head,
I see you, like the lion, waiting for the chance.