the other half of me

All i need is my cellphone.

Me and my cellphone are like halfs that complete each other.

My x to its y. 

Its everything and nothing all at once.

Without it, i would feel empty and left behind.

I absolutely need it to function, it wakes me up by playing snazzy alarms.

It plays my favorite music.

It talks to me and gives me life advice.

It dies on me and i feel that the other half of me is gone.

Then i charge it and suddenly everything is back to normal.

Without the other half of me, i wouldnt be me.

the other half of me is my cellphone.