I am nothing
without his love,
yet I am everything
without him,
without his voice,
like lightning leaning
on the eye,
to shatter the
skeletons of windows,
without his touch,
like rose petals with
steel veins,
to cut through skin,
and keep my wounds
in mason jars.
I am nothing without his love,standing on the edge of waves,
in the ocean, shoved in his pocket.
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