I have tried to stop loving you.
The problem is you are
My fantasy,
A part of me.
A ridiculously good part.
How can I stop?
They tell me
You are different.
And I see it.
I got two of you now.
One - I love.
The other - I have no idea
What to do with.
You are gone.
The second you is gone,
To be exact.
The first one is still here.
I watch you
Walk around my apartment.
Parting creates two, huh?
I hoped for zero maybe.
I thought I'd deal with one
If the worst comes to worst.
I didn't know the math is
All screwed up
When it comes to this.
I've found that it is.