Personality

My identity is hinged on you,
Whatever you want, I’ll become,
I’ll be a prude,
I’ll be a whore,
Whatever it takes to be all yours,
Religious or atheist,
The person to take you to the clouds,
Or the one who keeps your feet on the ground,
This dependence has gotten to the point where
I’ll hold my breath until you tell me to breathe,
And stop my heart until you tell it to beat.