turns out you weren’t my other half

neither was I yours

turns out we are fuller people 

hearts hoarded with love 

my love for life have surpass ours

because i’ve known life my whole life

and you, my whole eight months

your love for your creations pushed me out the equation

our love hangs in the air every step we take

our love is a post it note we hang on the fridge

its cherries on cakes