Lost Without You

Man,
you are
sharp

as an icycle

and you
keep me
on my toes

like a ballerina

all the while
you have me
bending over
backwards for you

like a gymnast

blindly
leaping
in faith:

Man, you have me
believing in you
more than in god

not so sure about him–
but you’re here:
in flesh, bones, muscle–

you’re here

like a star in my sky,
and ignorant girl
that I am–
I know nothing–
except–that I am–

lost without you.

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