There is this story
going 'round, that says
humans used to have two heads,
    four hands,
    four legs,
and we were separated
because we were too powerful together.

    I don't think so.

I think (or used to)
that we are most powerful
    when we are alone -
when there is nobody
to break down our walls,
when we are fortresses
barricaded with steadfast
bravery in the face of loneliness,
when we do not know
    how to need.

But maybe I only think so
because I am afraid of what
    needing someone
    means -

it means I cannot be
invincible
without you,
it means I cannot breathe
if your heart is not softly nestled
against mine,
it means I must cross out
the words I wrote for only me,
a b a n d o n
the paths I had paved
that made room for only one -
because now there was you,
and that means
b e l i e v i n g .

I believe in you,
and I believe in me,
and I believe you and I
are the stardust that happens
when dreams collide,
         and
I believe we are not simply
misfits, alternating
lines of poetry,
we are not just
the spaces in between fingers,
we are not only
heartbeats
falling into place.

I do not like to believe
that we were halves that each other
made whole -
I want to believe we were
more than jigsaw pieces that
found all the right places to fit -
I want to believe
that you and I were made alone,
but we discovered
that together means
intertwined veins,
means rib cages rising and falling as one,
means laughing at bad jokes
and knowing when
to be quiet -
that together means
sunflowers blooming in my soul,
and turning always to face you -
that together means
you and I
are the story we
have been waiting for so long to write.