My World

My world is black and the air is thick.
A light falls from the sky
And then my world is bright
And I can breathe.

He brings the light when he comes to love me.

When he conquers my world,
Everything feels right.
He is my world
The ground I stand on
The air I breathe.

This is right.
This is good.

But then he leaves.

Where is the ground I need to stand on?
Where is the air my lungs crave?
How can I find a new world to survive?

And if by some miracle I do,

Will I conquer it from someone else?
And leave them without their world in the end too?