A lover like my lungs—
     That partly provide
     with smoked-out abuse
and the air inside.

A lover like my viens—
     That tear open wide
     When your mouth does
and the blood inside.

A lover like my spine—
     crouched over snapping
     as I write this.
I hope it breaks like this rhyme scheme.

I love you like my lungs, my viens, and single spine
All were yours
And never mine.