you,
the passion,
to ****,
to will.

you,
a gasoline,
i pour myself all over you,
we burn to the midnight euphoria.

you,
the stars shivering in a distance,
a complete isolated cold.

you,
my other red tied string ends,
our demon plays along well.

you,
my insecurities,
yet I can't seem to not have you.

you,
my inner voice,
telling me I'm okay
and that things will be fine.

you,
not me.