My Unstable Poetry

Other Half

How do you have another half that isn't apart of you

Like is it some metaphorical halfly celebratory part of your soul

I mean humans can't real submerge so why do you care

You aren't blood related, so you should just be yourself and curse the government

After all, Donald Trump might become president

But back to the other halves, I mean you already have both sides of you so why would you want another

Is that was glows like a fairy in the mirror when you look at your sight

Seriously I don't get this metaphor, someone explain

-Ok this poem is kinda jokingly-