They tell me my brokenness is ephemeral
That all the tears I shed are an expression of deprecating myself for your love
I enervated myself replaying your unfinished answers to my questions in my head
That you loved me even for a heartbeat.
That all those moments we spent together were not an illusion
Little do they know that you are a part of my existence.
That I have built a temple of you deep in my heart.
I thought you broke down my walls to embrace the demon behind them
To see me in my purest form, untouched by sanity.
Rather you only made the demon stronger to overpower my devotion.
You are a part of my being.
My other half.