She holds me while I rest uncomfortably She grabs my hand when I'm lost in dark places. Her fiery spirit reignites the embers in my cold soul. With a kiss on the cheek she gives me the wings That I'll leave this dreadful mortal space with. She makes smooth the splinters in my conscience. When I kissed her again The bed of nails I was doomed to fall on Was transformed into a field of her favorite flowers. She takes away my itch for the volatile substances I crave so badly. She changed me. She makes me who I am.