If I was your vampire;
Certain as the moon -
Instead of killing time,
We'll have each other until the sun.

Of course this was going to happen, what did I expect?
I'd never meant to call you mine. 
I just didn't expect you'd make me feel like this.
I don't love you - far from it.
But you made me feel special. Needed, almost. Adored, even.
But that's you isn't it. You're just that charming, right?
This shouldn't hurt.
And hurt is most likely the wrong word, but I don't like how it feels.
How you make me feel. It's stupid.
Will you tell her about me? Because I'd bet you won't.
I told people about you, you know. About how happy you made me.
See, your comfort was different.
It wasn't empty, it wasn't in pity. And you told the truth.
But you softened it. 
Not too much that it wouldn't be the truth any longer.
But enough that it stung instead of bruised.
It helped. Boy, you help.
I should never have expected you to care.
Even when you said you did.
Or would.
And there's a difference between love and like. 
And the spaces between care and more then that are immense.
I hope you fall for her. And let her fall for you.
It's good for you. 
Still does make this any easier.
I feel betrayed, almost. Like I expected more for you.
And I shouldn't.
I was never going to be yours.
You asked, and I declined.
I should have been more formal with my heart.