I can only speculate it would be easier
If I never had embodied her personality
Cause in my attempt to appease her
I made her into a part of me

And maybe that was my first red flag:
That a mirror was my most alluring
        persona
If she was a spill then I was her rag
For I had no space within me for anything
        once she was soaked up

And I’m not saying I regret it
Allowing her laugh to ignite my soul
And though I’ve tried, I’ll never forget it
The best parts of her have made me whole

She made me courageous, flirtatious
She taught me the meaning of nobility
How to take every happy moment and
        own it
And how to truly appreciate my God-
        given abilities

Even though I made a handful of mistakes
Like that time I let my anger get the best of
        me
She loved me through my darkest days
And she forever cooled my temper’s heat

But perhaps the hardest thing to wrap my
        mind around is how-
How am I supposed to ever love someone
        else
When I can’t help but compare them to her
        even now
Don’t get me wrong I did this to myself

When I stole some parts of her
In order to create the best parts of me
How could anyone ever measure up
When I was literally made for her, you see

It’s harder than one might think
To ever imagine doing that again
Taking another’s personality
To create an even better me when-

She’s the greatest person I have ever met
        in my life
And after having spent 9 long years loving her
I really don’t understand how I can ever
        expect anyone else to simply be
           second best
When everyday the mirror reminds me of
        how I must live without her forever