Finding that specific one that makes me feel complete,
While incessant hideous patterns of actions, I repeat.
Searching for the other half to finally become whole,
Wanting that special someone, to connect within his soul.
Where is my other half? I ceaselessly try to find…
So, I seek all around, yet somehow, I play blind.
Failing to realize that I am already whole,
If only I would look within my very own soul.
Finally, I found him, but I relinquished my own power,
Trusting promises that came with serenades and flowers.
Completely blissed out with the idea of true love,
Thankful and appreciative for blessings from above.
Rejecting the red flags that were written all over the place,
Playing deaf to all suspicions as he looked at me with a straight face.
Keeping my silence, though deep within I had a lot to say,
Stretching my patience, to make us work, I must give way.
Looking at my other half, as we rest under a tree,
No longer recognizing, the lover I used to see.
Searching within his eyes to find the love and the passion,
When all I could feel are moments of dispassion.
Was this the other half that I thought would complete me?
The love of my life, the one who held the precious key?
Holding precious feelings in my heart, mind, and soul
The other half of me who supposed to make me feel whole.
Alas I realize, I, myself must believe I am complete,
Searching for the other half of me, is a total self-deceit.
I need to love myself, and accept me for all that I am,
Thoughts, beliefs, and actions, I must begin to reprogram.
For what I want is to find my special person that is whole,
One that is aligned with his own mind, body, and soul.
Then we shall be together; two wholes becoming one,
In sync and in deep love, where our forever lives on.
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