when I sleep I cling to the satin of your skin. I breath your pheromones and store your essence in my mind to take out periodically and weave you through my soul, inhaling the need into my core the addiction of my soul. The basis of my world has shifted like the plates of the continent your shakes become my quake and I fall crumbled at your need. I could no longer define myself as anything less than your half. Whether it is better or worse I leave to your discernment. Daily I endeavor to better the parts of me you need, for if you are complete and strong my happiness is complete.