The fever I feed in you..
The pieces I protect...
The windows to your soul...
The darkness....
The fever pitch...
Your highest high...
Your lowest low..
I gather the pieces to paint a portrait of who you are...
Of who you are to me...
We are pieces of each other....
Some reflect mirror image desires
Others completely divergent....
We are pieces... millions of pieces combined in a life
Two people that fit spaces that others can't
You are just pieces of me fit together differently....

E.J.M.