he reached for my hands,
i am your other half,
he whispered.
i pulled my hand from his.
no,
i said,
you are not.
i will not be treated as half,
for i am quite whole.
i am the sun
rising
and bringing a new day,
you are just the beauty.
not always there,
but guess what?
i still rise,
and the sun it still whole.
is it not?
new_aphrodite
