Okay.
Without you I fall.
I don't have a leg
to stand on.
I collapse like
a badly built bridge
bearing too much weight.
You are my beam.
You are my crutch.
You-

Or how about this one?
Looking back I see
I'm a mirage
real to all
but to myself.
I've lived too long
in a room without mirrors.
I need an other
to reflect me.

okay, look:

it hurts to breathe
when you're not there.

The world is grey,
devoid of purpose.

You take my head
between your hands
and make me real.

You grab my heart
and play it like
a harmonica.

You give me life.
 

Will that do it?