The hot life of me held together by you,
flowing perfectly as I should,
contained, comfortable and warm,
not knowing my direction, but sure of my purpose
as I travel around the heart and mind and eyes and skin,
without you I would die
and with you I'm alive and think and feel and love and hurt and cry and smile.
With you, I move as I should, as I was intended.
And if you break and I fall into an abyss that is my end,
know that I forgive you.
I would choose a thousand times to live a short life, flowing in you,
than a long one,
just existing,
in
someone
else.
you are the vein
that
contains
my
hot
messy
life.
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