but how love makes one
breathless
and steals the oxygen
which makes the heart pump
and fills the blood
primes it red
and takes it everywhere
so the body can feed
if you were
oxygen
would I need to inhale
would it be easier to inhale
would I be put at ease
knowing you provided
what is needed most
that one property
essential
but then what would I do
if you should withdraw
yourself
remove the essential
that I think I need
this has happened
more than once
this will happen
its the human condition
to move on and
often leave
love isn't oxygen
the source isn't in another
person
nor is it
the very fuel
we'd believe
we need
oxygen is a process
of self-regulation
a natural exchange
if we settle into ourselves
and begin to believe
we are the generators
(aren't we?)
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