and it said the challenge in my life
would be to remain one after becoming two
here i stand
a sorrowful sight
i was half a soul before i met you,
thinking i was whole, i was one.
we clicked, everything fit
and i realized how complete i was
now that you had come along
we've changed
i, like a vine wrapped around a tree
feeding off the energy, the very life force you exert
you, the tree, extending your branches farther
the rain of sadness from your past nurtures
and there you stand, almost touching the sky
...growing more beautiful each day...
but now you want to grow higher, bigger, stronger
to touch that sky, to be one with the heavens
and i, the vine, unwittingly hold you back
i see how vibrantly you bloom
while withering away on the ground
violently ripped from you
you do not need me anymore
to be beautiful, majestic
and i'm forever estranged
the problem:
to remain one after becoming two
more real now than
i could have imagined
i don't want to let go
but i have to -and i have-
you no longer reach out for me
i know the only way i can survive
the only way to drag out, nay - postpone my disentigration
is to aimlessly wander the forest floor, searching for life to feed on
though yours is what i want, what i need
though you are my roots-
my life
somehow i'm still alive
and here I remain
alone on the forest floor
sucking on life
waiting to live again
