I hope regret doesn't destroy this before it starts.
Together, I believe we could make great art.

Sometimes I get you two confused in my brain.
The right and left hemispheres.
Like you're one and the same.
Melded together in my mind.
Like black and white to make gray.
Like grey matter.
Like clay.
Molded from the same kind of material.

I hope regret doesn't play a part.
I hold a place for you both inside of my heart.

The butterfly and the moth.
Caterpillar and chrysalis.
The wings and the body.
The eyes on both sides.

You're beautiful together.

Where do I fit into this?
Maybe I don't.
If so, tell me to stay away from it,
but I'll feel regret.
I love you both.