Another half,
independently thinking, moving, making decisions.
Organised, motivated, hardworking, lovely all the same.
Worlds apart.
But the jagged edges fit so well.
Flaw to flaw, quality to quality, attitude to attitude.
Smoothly interlinked, flowing cohesively, moving, beating as one.
Me and my other half, are but distorted mirror images,
so unlike, but all the same in the end.
Close all doors, shut all windows.
Drunk within my own life, orbiting around my own core, in love with myself
So now let us begin my first, and last, dance.
undead withering eternal