c0mplixcated

You’re just a fraction of the whole, a vowel in the alphabet, Odd man out, the first one to repeat yourself. You are unfinished, like a scene in a movie. Like a statement that is cut off too quickly, a fragment in time. You are the loss of words when I am around you. One syllable is all I can get out. You’re a half eaten apple, a slice of pie The glass half full The turning of the hourglass You are unfinished, and I am finished with you.