I have come to find myself having lucid dreams
I imagine myself as Dr. Cuddi
You are Gregory House.

I am the fixer, the healer, the lover.
You are the destroyer, the addict, the roamer.

I am reclusive, motherly, and protective.
You are the narcissistic, arrogant *******.

Somehow, in some way, we make this work,
Even when is takes the millionth time to hold you and clean you up.
Your self inflicted wounds, your suppressed emotional distress that is linked to your addictions..
You make life a puzzle and we both like puzzles..

I can make love to your eyes, hold your crippling being, undress your mind, and make you mine..
I don't even have to try.
You can try to refute..
You can try to run, but in the end, we both know that all along
This is what we were meant to be.
We were made for each other.

You're the only one that I want to run back to regardless of the senial things you do.
I'm the only one you keep in your dreams regardless of the number of *** partners you undressed by seams..

And at the end of the day..
I will always be there to say,
"It's okay. I love you."