Survival

Your love is my urge, 

Your spasmodic fight over issues 

Is my delight, 

Your nonchalance to my temporary worries is my peace. 

Your sweet yet pinchy word is my requirement. 

Yes, 

Every moment, my helplessness grapple with me to arrange your nearness. 

Anger of yours, poke of yours

And

Fondness of yours

Are all badly needed for my survival 

And I can't stay alone.