We are Whole

I tattooed your name across my chest, hoping that you would notice me.
I guess the heart doesn’t know best because I’m still waiting to be seen.

Instead of comforting a representation of love, I’m comforting a figment of my imagination.

Why do we torture ourselves?

Why do we search for half of a person to make ourselves whole?
Forgetting that we, one body is already complete.

Is it just me?
Am I the only one learning the ways of the soul?
We have a mind and a body to call home.

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