I’m in love with half of you,
the part that’s make believe.
The part that’s more projection
than the you that moves and breathes.
I’m in love with half of you,
the part I comprehend.
The part my mind invented
which you’ll never need to mend.
I’ll slowly learn the rest of you,
the part of you that’s you.
It will take time, but years from now
I’ll meet you, someone new.
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Beautifully written