I am always full and empty
This conundrum never solves itself
I think I feel but I'm never right
I'm half-right and half-not and half-unsure why I think so much
I tell you the truth but I don't believe it
But if I told you a lie then I'd be lying
I swore it to you, big and bold and dripped in red
But when you said it first I felt I couldn't not echo
What is truth if I don't offer it first
Am I a liar? Or just unsure
You swore it was real I remember that well
But when I look back I'm unsure if you wanted me or the idea.

If I swear to be better how is it better
Am I right or not, am I real or a fantasy of myself that I create
I morph her and wish for her and pretend that
Maybe someday she'll turn into me, I into her, and when we
Become one I will tell no lies, no half-lies or otherwise that
Mean I am wrong.