I am a complete being,
all on my own,
having put the pieces of myself back together when he broke them at 6 years old.

Parts of me hate other parts of me, this is true.
But those parts of me love me just as feverently as you used to
They see the things about me that you used to adore
It helps me to remember that I am flawed but beautiful

Humans aren't meant to be perfect
That's why none of us are.

The pieces of me that are more you than me don't like the parts of me that are more me than you...
but I don't know,
if that's your fault or mine,
only time will tell.

But as it stands, I'm doing fine.

people change everyday
so i vow to fall in love with you
every time the sun rises

s.s

To you, the ground beneath my feet
Every step I take,
you support me.

You stand with me,
in my times of trouble

I am warmed by your embrace,
as I become entranced in your outfit of lace.

Nothing could be more finely crafted,
than my connection with you.

The ages may wear on you,
yet you remain the only one
my sole longs for.

For you truly are...
My favorite pair of shoes.

The pieces of me that are more you than me don't like the parts of me that are more me than you.

This means to say that when I met you, you infected me with your heart and your mind,
You left parts of yourself in me
So clearly that sometimes when you look at me, you see a mirror
You painted my body with your own colors, making me something different entirely

However beautiful this might seem,
There are parts of you that do not like me
So the parts of me that you painted so differently
Despise the parts of me that are truly who I'm meant to be.

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Ｙｏｕｌｌｎｅｖｅｒｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ ｍｅ

According to William Shakespeare,
Poor Tom had wits
And was witless
All whilst in disguise

According to David Bowie,
Major Tom left our blue Earth
And got lost amongst the stars
Becoming the titular Space Oddity

According to Led Zeppelin
Poor Tom was the seventh son
He led a life of work and play
But killed his ***** wife

According to The Cab
Major Tom would sing along
Whilst chastising the dreamer
Or, perhaps, seeing himself in young love

According to all these men
This muse man named Poor Tom
This muse man named Major Tom
All suffered an ill fate

According to I,
Arrogant poetess,
I pose a pondering:
What if they were all the same person?

Let's pretend we are not in love

And go on walking

So I can fall for you

All over again