Careful what you wish for

I dream of a person so prefect,

Just right for me.

Someone made from clay,

Of love and light.

Someone that drowns my demons,

And burns so bright in the night.

I created a monster.

A thing that obsesses over me,

That threatens to speak his mind.

A menace of actual fright.

Here we are,

Locked in a brutal brawl.

And as I loosen my grip,

Watching the blade come for me;

I smile and think how perfect you are.