.Without.You.

Today I broke my heart; I let fear encompass me, directing toward brick walls.

I left lyrical conversation for mundane happenings, to lonely bedroom banter and staring helplessly into space. I left myself unaccompanied through lonely streets, trough lonely veins to a barely beating heart.

I realised as I sat in a room of menopausal women jiving how much I need you, how humdrum, how alone I am, a solider without weapon, a whore without genitalia.

I need you, I have been more afraid of, than death to admit but I need you and without you I crumble, a body without bone.