I’ve only felt half of myself,
When I would be held by a boy who hid his intentions in his eyes.
Only half of himself
Only half of myself
Only have of myself never considered,
That a man was my only choice.
Years have passed and I’m 75% of myself
Only learning that I don’t need a person
To be whole
I’ve been kissed by a lost girl
Who hid behind botched poetry
And a false smile
I’m still learning
100% is unrealistic
Perfection is a myth