don't let him love her, you say
if he loves her
he will love you
but what if he
is two people, too?
broken, beautifully
one soul split in half
become two, again,
of their own.
i do not love him
only the split diversity
relishing in irrational reaction.
his hands are the moon
strumming and staying
his eyes are the rain
emotions are swaying
gently, he is saying
"poetic, a fairy-tale"
words of a nightingale.
let me fall.
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