If I Wanted

If I wanted you to suffer,
I would turn and never utter,
another low and heartfelt mutter.

I exist to make you feel,
You're anchored to what is real,
but blinded by a silver screen -
I cannot say just what I mean!

If I wanted you to scream my name,
I'd end my life to cause you pain -
Your pain, and mine, the same.

Your soul, your all, cupped in my palm -
How could I come to bring you harm?
Tighten hand into a fist,
What is to become of this...

If I wanted to make you bleed,
I would just deny your need,
Your need is all, to feed.

Am I supposed to make you see?
What does all this hinge on me?
Am I supposed to free your head?
No thought, no doubt - you'll end up dead!

If I wanted to change your mind,
I'd weaken all my truths in kind,
And leave our conjoined souls behind.

If I wanted to leave you bare,
I'd wrap you up in my cold stare,
My eyes, my mind, beware.

If I wanted.
If I wanted.
If I wanted.