Love is but a poison we inject into ourselves
Its warms the very core of us
While destroying half our cells
We merge into a “we”
As there is less “you” and “me”
Forming a new organism, from here known as “us”
If it has to split, as it might see need to
I’ll return to “me”, leaving yours as “you”
“We” won’t be the same, as half of “us” is dead
The organism tore apart, from the sores “we” bled
“We” will try to soldier on, now as “you” and “me”
“We” will roam in different circles, each others pain unseen
The cells regrow, time gives “us” the gift of who “we” once were
Still, if one of “us” spoke, the other might leave it unheard