Undervalued

Without you
My page is bare
You move my thoughts
You are my voice

I might go mad
Should you disappear
Though honestly
I would not seek you out

You laugh with me
And know my mind
Every word I know
Is, too, yours

But should you break
Under pressure's hand
Then you I shall toss
Without a second thought

I need you
I know that
Though I do not love you
In the slightest bit

Held in my hand
Between my fingers
Everyday
My number two pencil