V
Christ. Lord. Help me. This is all too much. When you feel too much. What in the **** do you do.
     . I am you. I want your essence in myself. Its always been there. But now that i know,
I want you indefinitely. I want to feel you. I want your lettering across my skin. I want your words in my mouth. I want your feelings to drip down my throat. I want the infinity that i feel i have been promised.
Not now, no. I have never been impatient. But i do want it. Eventually. I want it all. I want what is mine.

IV
Where was i going? My tendency to ramble. The fact that you make me crazy. Because you do. You do make me crazy.
You make
me crazy.

III
Funny stuff, life.
You are a ******* treat.
I guess i know what you mean.
Considering i want every ******* part of you.
Though not for my own. So its different maybe.
I want you. But only when i need you. And i want to not need you very frequently. So.
Theres that.

II
Maybe we're a flavor that not most can stomache.
Ive always loved oatmeal raisin.
Even though i have no particular love for raisins generally.

I
Say my name.       . Feel it in your mouth. Wrap your lips around the letters. Lightly flick it with your tongue. Know that you are to me as i am to you. Infinite in existance. Presence everlasting. Haunting. I am you. And you are me. And we make one. Two halves of the same ******* broken cookie. Sweet.