Loving Half of You

In my mind, you have a perforated line running down from your skull to your heels.

You fold yourself in half so I see just one part of you.

Your personality is vibrant like a city at night,

Your wit bubbles over and spills onto every person in sight;

Your capability to love is more infinite than the skyline.

I never knew there was a second half.

I threw words sharper than knives at those who said they had seen it,

But very recently I have been forced to sit

and see evidence revealing a different reality.

In my mind - alone - I begin to unfold you.

I end up with a paper chain.

A childhood built on devotion evolved into a future of pain

and I question how each link was severed.

Now the paper chain has breaks in it,

Leaving me with clusters of various contradictions.

Parts of our memories now feel like fiction

as they pierce holes in my drowsy mind.

Today, I am working on fixing the chain;

The glue is my strength to forgive mistakes.

Each time I stick you back together a part of me aches,

but I know it is leading to a sunrise.