She kills me.
But is the reason for which I live.
Both my most blissful fantasy,
and my most horrid nightmare,
She pumps though my veins like heroin,
Just as addictive,
Day after day lived just waiting to get back.
Her touch,
Is the touch of God as she is all that my world encompasses.
With her last breath,
The sun goes dark,
And the seas go dry.
As her blood goes cold,
The moon drops from the sky,
And the stars twinkle no longer.
People say this level dependence is toxic,
But ill take this poison like it'll save my life,
Because without you there's no life in me to save.
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06-24-17
