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It's still hard to think

about life without you

I've fell so many times

learning to walk again

that it seems i'm only

stable when you're around

like the perodic table of elements

they call me hydrogen now

when i used to be a noble gas

so how about that

i'm out of my element

now no topic seems relevent

and i'm wandering around

with the half truth

branded on my legs

ignorant to what matters

and no matter how many times

i've never said, i love you,

the half truth will always

be above you

now to most people

that doesnt equate

because they see your multiple personalities

with as many faces as a deck of cards

and these shards

encrusted in my rusted engraved

coat of arms

where it seems that together

we should make the perfect person

personified perfection

playing past post paramour parades

preaching plato's plutonic pieces

proving past proponderances of preconcieved

perception that love is true

and a lie is deception

but this half truth has me

wondering about the fine

ideas of idocyncricies and ideologies, including

intrusive interests.

whereas if one half of something exists

then the other has to be out there too

not being carried around by you

yet the spreading infection

of insights inflection

intimidates my immune systems rites of protection

so when you come to me,

telling me i need a crutch

because my legs are scarred from falling too much

i'll remind you, of this reality, as such,

where part of something exists

while the other part exits

to the next hit.  with this

hydrogen that i've become wont let the

fire of love burn out again

so until the end

i've lost my nobility

and picked up humility

and for that my friend

you will always be blessed by the reverend