Identity Crisis – A Minute Poem

mixed emotions

We each are whole, but incomplete
till our minds meet
in riptide swell
of lovers’ hell.

One half of self, subsumed to make
this strange retake,
shows mated gains,
yet there remains

a jagged cut to scar the face,
when we displace
our own designs
with lockstep lines.

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