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Half of a Whole
I met a boy once. Our souls were so in sync, it seemed that we were a single being existing in fragments divided among two physical bodies. Where I lacked, he excelled. When I gave, he would receive. We created a language with no words, only sighs and laughs that only we could understand. When we were separated we craved to fall into one another, when we were together silence would fill the spaces between our bodies. He fit perfectly into the fractures of my existence. Our souls were tangled cable lines spreading all across the skies. We were waves crashing up against the shore, relying on one another to create a stronger force. We were us. We were one. We weren’t perfect. But we fit together perfectly.
By Carmen Portillo8 years ago in Poets
