I can't live without you.
Putrid stomach whirls,
making me weak.
Your embrace warm and familiar.
You detract me from reality.
You are something more,
It's all a chore.
You will make me hurt.
I push away,
but you, you,
you pull me in.
Amenity of the mind,
Am I lost,
Or have I been found?
What is this love,
Too much,
Too many,
Fading away to a familiar face,
Rhythmic release til' none remains.
