No Power In The Verse Can Stop Me NaPoWriMo 2025

Without you I’m nothing
Just a headachey mess 
There’s no eloquent way to try and express
The ways that you hold me together 
Like a thousand elastic bands 
Like the reassuring squeeze of you and me holding hands
Like the covalent bond that exists between 
new shoes and sticky pub dancefloors 

You’re a scalpel 
Dissecting my attention
Laying it out neatly for once, 
For a bit,
You’re a compass that finally points me on course
But of course
You wear off. 
So I seek another hit