Hes My Air

He dances wildly atop the chourus
Of my heart. When he touches at
My lips, my heart gos a flutter. My
Mind unsteadies and images appear.
Somtimes I just lie there with him
In my hand. When no one cares, he
Has nothing but love for me. Although
I despise being dependent, on anything
Or anyone. But I adore him so and I
Doubt I could go on without him.
My "loved" ones say he's no good
And my life is losing its purpous,
But I lose my stress and worries around
Him. He makes me sane if only for
A little while. My nerves are electric
And I weep with desire, cause an addiction
Always costs. But he's always been worth
It. I breathe him in as well as oxygen.
And like oxygen, i know if I lose him I will
surly perish. I always did like them bad.