and her whispers brush against your ice cold skin
and her head is resting against your ribcage
and she can feel that you don't have a heartbeat but she is the oxygen your lungs need
and she is your stability
and you've already built yourself a home in her arms
and you're devastatingly broken but she is the superglue holding holding all of your shattered pieces together
and you might need her,
but she will never need you.