More than serial.

Some times I feel words so useless.
Then you came along, and my life, you said it perfect.
How do you do it?
and what am I supposed to do when you're gone?
How many times you've saved me,
can we even count, so early on?
You're too good to leave,
or are you nothing at all?
a presence, tainted by company.
It is nature, but I watch as you run from me.
How much love do we have?
how long do we have?
Will one surely suffice, or is it a combo we require?
Is perfection enough? Or do we need chaos to stay alive?
Has it ever been one love? Or rather should we pile on..
until we die?
Some times I felt your time so worthless,
then you showed up, and my life, you set it perfect.