My love is not like others,
It can be split in 3,
When really just one lover,
Is all that's required for me.
A wholesome heart that is far too full,
As not to ever spill,
Requires all 3 fragments,
To be whole and perfectly filled.
No piece is uneven,
nor favoured over the rest,
This is just what my heart,
Thought would help it best.
A red above, purple in middle,
Let us not forget the blue below,
World's apart, they are the same,
They hold that thread only they can sew.
It is not always easy, for 3 pieces cause pain,
Constant suffering, again and again,
As myself, and those pieces work together,
Hoping, wishing for a lasting forever.
Each are connected, through a bond yet to be broken,
One shys away whilst feeling outspoken,
But third piece, you are needed as much as the others,
You could never be a burden, a pain nor a bother.
This isn't easy, and there will be many tears,
My 3 pieces could hold me together for years,
I don't want you to go, none of you, please stay,
One of you leaving I fear every day.
I need you, for all of you I am raw,
I have never felt love like this, nor done this before,
But you make me whole, I am complete,
My life was once meaningless,I felt obsolete.
Please hold me together, and I will give you all of me,
I love you 3 pieces, with all I could be,
I know it's uneven, and sometimes not fair,
But 3 pieces I cannot contemplate..you not being there.
