MY BETTER HALF

 

Like all other strangers

We crossed path

For the most

It was only but an acquaintance


All glamed and spiced

I appeared absolutely gorgeous and perfect

I ticked all, the box of look and class

Yet, I was halfway through perfection


For a minute, I thought you were clouded by love

And like fluctuation of emotions

It'll still be the same old story

Tale of searching for the Perfect


So I built a wall of defense

In protection of my heart

But you broke through them

And pierced straight into it


For the effort I put in to present perfect

I let all down

Because it's not worth our love

You showed up to make up my flaws

And I take delight in completing you


In essence, I realized

I was only a half who found my able half

And took pleasure in making us complete and perfect


My weaknesses were sidelined 

Because you showed strength where I failed

And I could only but complement your weakness

Than, I know we're two halves to make a whole


MaakaaWrites 


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