How at this point do I even live without him... There lies this great emotional dependency That makes me think, maybe I am addicted As if he were my drug, and I inject him in every vein. Breathe him in until I no longer struggle for breath Fill my lungs up with his smoke so I can feel again Suffocate in his radiance until I am whole and new Melt under the sound of his voice to feel it claw deeper into my soul Swallow his pills of butterflies Smell the flowers he's planted within me Consume their seeds and cry Let my tears be the water for flowers roots to spread further into my heart And let bouquets spring from every orifice And burst violently from my chest; engulfing me Place me at the center of this garden he's grown.