Is, He Me....

is he me, like she for free, the we to be in me? i dunno..? ..im confused, so much heat so blind i leak, he See's... a person that soars, ice in my breath, crystal shores. bright eyes, misty veils, floats on linen cotton hazy, so clean, i know he See's. a boyfriend, Misters need, only to bleed me out again, i watch him watching me, her greed to feel me, in him. wicked, wicked i shivers, i tremble, stutters, is to grasp, it. it is me, its always free, to walk softly inside, it weeps, to for me, it knows, me...it is always at my feet, looking up. i wonder, what does it see, in me? ..is it me, or the butter?