She is my everything.
She is the stars that surround my moon.
Or maybe she is the sun and I am the earth that orbits her.
She is my get away.
She is the ocean and I am the sand.
Her waves crash upon me and when she retreats, she takes pieces of me with her.
She is a wasteland.
She is full of broken and damaged pieces and parts.
Yet, she is my wasteland.
I find comfort in all her broken and sharp pieces.
She is an earthquake
And I am the land she cracks.
She shakes me and cracks me
She breaks down everything I have worked so hard to build up.
And when she leaves
There is nothing left of me.
I am broken down and cracked.
Yet when she returns she helps me build up again.
And then I am complete once again.
But she will no doubt shake me and crack me once again.
And everything we built up together will be broken.
She is my everything.
And although she leaves.
She always comes back.
She is my everything.