It is an unhappy event to find a soul you would rather be with than with yourself.
Romantics have told us there is someone out there, your better half, to make you whole.
I say I am my better half and me too, together with myself I am complete.
But another part, who does not abide in me mocks me.
She says you are not whole, and I look just the right size.
The lie would kill me a thousand times and I would still lean in as if it gave life.
…Speak to me again.