you worked to build your other half
you stayed up day and night
you gave them wings to levitate
and strength to push and fight.

you molded them into something new
a flower standing proud
you constructed someone fireproof
who speaks their mind aloud.

your work is done, you’re satisfied
an artist’s grand hooray
you made them legs to stand on
yet now they walk away.

you lost yourself in your piece of art
the clock hits midnight twelve
the sculpture you built shines marbly bright
but you have cracked yourself.