Plato believed that we used to have four arms and four legs
But we were too powerful so the gods split us in
Half.
And we spend our lives searching for our other part.
The red string of fate leads us along the path to the one we’re meant to be with.
We focus on finding that one person we’re meant to be with,
The atoms and energy we were close to when the universe emerged.

I said I didn’t want to be completed by anyone,
That I wanted to be enough on my own,
To be my own person.

You said

“you’ll be enough once you think you’re enough”

And that hit me.

Because I don’t feel like I’m enough.

You make me think about things
In ways I never have before,
Overwhelm me with feelings about myself and
You.

Maybe I don’t feel like I am enough right now,
I know I need to find myself
As cliche as that sounds.
I hope one day I will feel like I am enough,
Not necessarily for you,
For me.