Bloodstream

I don't know what it is.
A smile creeps on my face,
As my eyes stare into his.
Feeling a moment of grace.

He lights up my being,
Making me someone better.
No longer fleeing,
As I smell his scent on my sweater.

Bringing me to a peaceful state,
Everything about him,
Makes me believe in fate.
As he touched every inch of my skin.

Leaving not one trace un-kissed,
He's my bloodstream.
Creating who I am in the midst,
More perfect than a dream.

He runs through my veins,
Releasing me from those heartbreak chains. 

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