Him

Hearing his voice could make me high, his kisses could get me drunk, and his touch can make me shake. he is everything in lust but that isn't his purpose.

He is the definition of comfort, support, and life. Anything he takes care of heals, anything he mends learns to start again, and anything he touches starts to breathe once more.

He took me in as a mechanic does a car and fixed me, but instead of selling me he kept me and loved me. Never fond of being a car unless it was by him.

I believe he is blind to a lot, blind to what type of person I am but maybe I am wrong but I do know he is blind to himself. He doesn't see the perfect imperfections I do and he doesn't see why I get so lost in him, if I could I would take godly powers and give him my sight.

He is the very thing that helps me breathe and the medicine that keeps me calm. Others try to find others that seem better but all I want is him.