I forgot who I was in the
chaos and the kisses, the open
ended declarations of love
and in the late nights of passion.
I left myself on your doorstep that first night
when we joined as individuals to create a
whole. I was your sub piece, the one you
looked to when you needed someone,
but I was never able to look to you in return.
Somewhere along our journey I lost the things that made me who I once
and when I turned around to pick up the pieces
you started to notice.
As I began to rise from the darkness you cast over me,
you started to dim in color.
I realized that you had to be the sun in order to live,
and without a shadow, you felt you could not shine.
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