Why fight while your dying

That’s reserved for the living

Giving your heart and soul

How ever intimate however intensly

I feel love immensely

Like it litters my bones

I feel the wolds grip

Is it it rides in my bones

I speak on the phone intently

It’s so hard to be phony with trust

I need to know your with me

I expect you to get up

Fight with me

Tire with me

Die with me for all I care

But if you make it out alive…tell my story

Make sure it’s fair

And God damn fuck making any fare

This is how bears eat

From ever flowing river streams