If I were to tell you I was giving up on you,
all you would have done
is laugh.
You knew you had me
wrapped around your finger
and that you were
permanently sown through my veins.

So when I tried to let you go,
when I finally did give up,
it was if I was handing over
the air in my lungs,
the blood in my veins,
the light of my life.
And you still laughed
because while my life was ending,
you kept on living.