I am a child, 
born of the marriage 
of dependency and reckless intent, 
giver of messages that could only be crafted 
by the heart's inner deepest lament 
for the things I've done, the battles I've won, 
even if at the cost of my friends, 
for the loss of love that came as a result 
of the very regrets 
that only made me stronger in the end. 

But you were my chance to survive, 
the one fleeting I have to keep alive, 
with the spark you've ignited inside 
that starts a fire the second your skin touches mine. 

I've watched the certainties in life 
turn out to be false claims 
and watched my sanity come unglued, 
but you have proven to be 
the most worthy kind of happiness I've ever pursued. 

You were my chance to survive, 
the one fleeting I have to keep alive, 
with the spark you've ignited inside 
that starts a fire the second your skin touches mine.