I hate the idea of falling in love with you,
Of losing myself, my mind, my individuality,
And so take on the role of a half
Instead of alone, being a whole.
As if I require another to be complete
As though love is a necessity to be happy
Instead of an additional part sold separately.
They say without it,
Side effects include loneliness, depression, anxiety
And the subsequent diagnosis of S.A.D.--
Single Awareness Daily.
As if a toy, a playmate, fills in every other missing
Puzzle piece we're convinced we've lost.
Wrong.
The only side effect I'm experiencing
Is the mass impact society has
On messing with the mind:
Lovers aren't happier,
They're simply blind.
© 2013 | Jazelle Handoush
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