I know what I am
And despite what's in the mirror,
It isn't pretty.

I'm obsessive, I am compulsive,
If I hit one hand, I hit the other,
I dance through life symmetrically.

I call your heart to mine because
Everything works in twos
And when I realise that
You were only ever a part of my pattern,
That I didn't actually care for you at all,
I'll drop you, but I'll keep your heart.

Because I'd be lonely without it.

It's twisted, yes, I'll admit it.
I need the love of many to keep me content,
I like having different partners to turn to
To be beckoned to,
So that way if I lose a playing piece,
I'll always have one spare.