Half

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 85%

I’m still learning

100% is unrealistic

Perfection is a myth

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