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You & I


You are my soulmate, my undying fire,

My one reason for living, my heart’s desire,

Hence, I offer myself entire,

To you, my love, now and forever.


I loved everything about him,

The wide-toothed vicious smile,

The matching birthmarks on our in-thighs,

The cold light fingers that chilled the very marrow in my already visible bones.


He had the sweetest voice I had ever heard,

He was the fastest sprinter I had ever seen,

He had the most friends I had ever known

He was a pretty good dancer as well but, who knew?


You are him, you always have been,

The embodiment of something hopefully unseen,

My past, my present, my future in your palm within,

Let’s go out then? Shall we begin?


I loved him but, everyone did,

I loved him but, he didn’t,

I loved him but, did I?


I could tell him I loved him but, that was cliché,

I could show him I loved him but, is that all there is?

I could write as I often did but, words seemed so little and meant just as much.


We could do much greater,

We already do but, better together,

We could storm any weather,

Please Aşkım, never say never.


He was 2nd but, always my 1st,

He had everything I wanted and, was precisely what I needed,

He was so perfect in his imperfect way but, imperfection was incomplete in his little eyes.

How then could I explain to mon cœur, that his incomplete persona was enough to fill my empty heart?

How then could I presume to understand him when I could barely understand myself?


But on this day, I finally decided to let the butterflies out,

To let the cat out of the bag,

I decided to make my true feelings known,

Hoping our love would continue to grow.


Alas, as soon as I saw him, my heart raced,

Right after I called his name, my lips betrayed me,

When those eyes responded, my entire body froze,

“Who are you?” He asked,

But, all I did was stare,

All I could do was stare,

So I stood,

Staring at him,

Staring at the mirror,

Staring at me.


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