I don't remember the day I started giving you tests.

You passed them all,
Flying colors.

But there was always something left.
A stray mark,
An eraser smudge,
Or I'd just fabricate something entirely.

I'd question your... dedication.
Yes.

I'd look into your eyes, searching for a lack of symmetry.

It's a mean thing to do to a nice girl
Who has only ever given you
The fullest beats of her beating heart.

Now, I know I'm not symmetrical.
In gruesome monologues,
Lit by dramatic spotlight
I'm aware of what I'm doing.

But I just looked in the mirror and god,
Was it horrid.

But I tell you everything.
I tell you things like this,
About me,
And you still love me anyway.

No space beats the space you inhabit.
I want to inject your blood into mine
Because I feel your heart trying to push it in,
Trying to push across our skin.

And we are perfectly symmetrical,
You and I,
If I just let us lay
Side by side