“She’s nothing without me.”
You made her “nothing”.
She wasn’t “nothing” before you met her;
you only chose not to see her as something.
At that time,
she found it hard to believe
that she was something herself,
that she still is.
She was very sure sometimes,
and she wasn’t, at other times;
she was so vulnerable.
It was up to you to make her believe
that she was something,
that she had always been something,
but since you wanted to have total control,
since you were so afraid that she could realize
that she is something with or without you,
and afraid that she would leave you,
you convinced her that she is something,
but only with you.
You locked her in your arms,
then you locked her in her brain cell.
You didn’t let her become
what she already was,
and something more.
You didn’t make her something;
you made her some thing.