The Whole Thing. . .
Why do you look at me
like that
why do you taunt me so
when you know
that every time you do
I fall in love
with the same you
that isn't in love
with the same me
we both know that
we can never be
the same as we were
because of mistakes
that we both made
that neither of us
are willing to forget
even though
we both know
that there will always
be a place
in both our hearts
reserved especially for the other
that can never be filled
with anything except
the piece of the heart
that the other has
and wants to keep
but doesn't want
the whole thing
Copyright © Philip Seaman | Year Posted 2007
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