A lamp in a dark room

I don't think this pit in my stomach has anything to do with my period.
But more to do with my anxiety and nowa days my anxiety revolves around you.
Revolves around how this situation will make me the happiest in the end or will leave my world jet black, drab, dull, indistinct.
You are a lamp in my life, you create the only heat I wish to hold and the only light in my life.
You are what causes and eases my pain, my anxiety, my life. My world is a dark room and you are my lamp. You make the demons come and go, you make the monsters in my closet disappear, you bare teeth and they put their tail between their legs,running. But I, I run towards you. Even when your teeth are dripping with blood, my blood. when your eyes are as dark as dark gets, you still give me a warmth you fill the void my broken heart never knew existed. The day you leave will be the day I never stop looking for the light switch.