two broken people do not make a whole
two broken people do not make a whole nor does a whole person make a broken person whole what is this yearning, this cry for an other what is this inexorable demand for your perfect half it's something sublime and attainable ethereal and earthly, perfect in its imperfection let the night be your past time and your sunlight be my moonlight equity but not equality wholeness but not completion a pearl above great price or is it just so, before the swine? well i say fuck the system take it back i want to cut it off pluck it from my skull roll it into the chasm i hate it and i can tell you do too let's hate it together and die in a blaze of fiery white hopelessness and not of their pretty white lace and their bloody flowers. The bells do not toll for me; they toll for thee.