We Melt Together Like Grilled Cheese

Your idiosyncrasies are health to my atoms. My electrons whir with the noise of a ghetto-rigged toaster making sideways grilled cheese. Things have changed because we changed them. I have changed because of you. I am the noises you make. I belong to the looks on your face. When you have nightmares, I have nightmares. The more we melt together, the more I find of myself. 

Frankly, I can't say I'd be nothing without you. I'd be something. Something like a vegetable. Stagnant and bored, I'd smell like glycerine and disappointment. Luckily you're still with me. You're still here and I still matter. I still buzz with your electro-magnetism, and the toxic waste of our mistakes is too far down river to taste.