You're not my other half like
a piece is missing
and I'm incomplete

You're not my other half like
an open wound that won't heal on it's own

I'm not a bicycle missing a wheel
Or a glass half empty

I am as full as my coffee mug
and you are my other half like
two cups in the morning

You're my other half like two branches on the same tree,
Reaching for the same sun and nourished by the same rain
Each contributing to the overall growth but
growing separately, together


* this was originally written about an ex (before we broke up), who I now feel a lot of resentment towards. Now that the relationship is over, reading back through it, some parts of it sounded too codependent for my liking, so it's been edited to reflect how I imagine I might feel in a healthy relationship with a hypothetical partner.