You were the axis I spun upon. The blood in my veins was pumping to the beat of your heart, the air in my lungs being pushed by your breath.
Broken is an understatement; I am not broken, but rather nonexistent. I am a shell with no purpose, a case for a soul that is lost. And I still need you with every atom in my body.
But you're gone. You're gone and you aren't coming back and I can't begin to figure out how I will cope with that.