He says he believes in soul mates,
But he knows I am not this.
And I cried when I asked him
To leave and find his.
But I meant it.
He told me I was being ridiculous.
He calls me the love of his life.
But those ideals don’t coincide.
And maybe I should be grateful,
For this brutal honesty,
But it tastes like settling.
And I see myself through his eyes
Looking more like a pit
He’s trapped in,
Than a partner to last with.
He sees my temper
As a separate entity
Better off not a part of me.
Maybe if it was gone…
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