Challenge me

 It courses through me;

 I have claimed it. Or has it claimed me?

People don't see.

 I have you running through my veins. 

Pulsating. Tightening. It has a chokehold on me. 

It wants me to suffocate, 

it wants me to sputter, and fall to my knees. 

I am your essence. 

I am you, 

or have you forgotten? 

Why does claiming you feel so wrong?

I can't forget you... 

You will always have me