You tell me you love me,
And I wonder:do you and I perceive love differently,
Or do you find pleasure in feeding me lies?
You tell me you would do anything for me,
And I wonder:is "anything" taking my bullet,
Or buying me a box of chocolates on Valentine's Day?
You tell me you would be broken if I died,
And I wonder:is that mourning so deeply you lose your very being,
Or standing in the back at my funeral?
I tell you I love you,
And I'm telling you the truth.
But I cannot be with someone who only completes a fraction of my soul.

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