I hate to leave you, actually.

I find you a little addicting;
reluctantly but entirely  
consuming.  
A helpless liver taking on the poison of its troubled owner.  
Not in control of the entity i should be,  
and becoming more powerless daily.  
On the ground but higher than the trees, facing the come down each time you leave.  
Encompassed by eyes,  
watching our solitude demise.  
Unconcious and complete with fondness,  
surrendering to a connection that is beyond us.  
So i breathe,  
And tell myself that it will all be ok.  
Assemble my courage,  
and love you for another day.