TWO HALVES

A true story.

Living a one-sided, empty life

Full of wishing, dreaming, hoping, seeing

Seeing you, with me.

But what do I say?

What do I do?

Maybe it's just a phase?

Maybe I'm just confused?

Because it's not what they would like

And I think I wouldn't like it too

I'm just being dramatic

This is surely not me

I don't know how it would feel if you laid next to me

Imagining is different than reality

And we all know how much that scares me

But I can't help feeling like there's something more

Am I just closing the door?

The half I have is not enough

Will I always be searching for my whole?

Growing up seemed crystal clear

I almost didn't feel like the hole was there

But now I see you and I know

I see what I've been missing all along

It's wrong, that's what society says

And I've never been much of a rebel

In fact, my whole life is structured by rules

As if I come with a manual

Do I dare defy the voices in my head?

The voices of my loved ones surrounding me?

Do I hurt them or hurt my heart?

In a perfect world I know we'd be together

Laughing, talking, breathing easily

But here we are in a broken world

A world of contradictions, prejudices and never ending obstacles

A world where everyone carries a magnifying glass

Inspecting me, inspecting you

Judging.

But deep, deep down in the dark night

I think about this

I think about this missing part

The piece that was taken from the start

I've found my second half

But do I come to collect?

Or do I pretend it doesn't exsist.

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