Would You Die For Me?

I don't know if he's well. I don't know if he loves me or loves the rides he gets from my texts. He does me there. He goes to work and joins me like a lurk. He takes my heart and runs with it like a thief in the night or a stalker with a knife, or a kid with a lollipop. He has a fight song and I have a flea bite. I'm itchy and everyone is worried about me. I still believe I bleed. All the things I didn't say, prove me right, some. I read him and I have a fight too like a small boat on an ocean sending big waves. He has the match, and I can make an explosion. My power is turned up and his lighter has a lot of fight left in it. He traded his match for a lighter. Also, the lighter is wet. My, oh my!