Halves

Things cut in half
Always cause uncalled damage when handled by unpracticed fingers
They have
No strength to grow whole, so they take the toll on whoever tries to mend them

Half lines, the best parts are titles of books never opened
The rest of which are left untold
Half loves,
The better half is furled in a pod ,forgotten how to sprout
The bitter half lingers
Half bouts, part of you wants to run away from
Half apologies, they don't erase the guilt
Half eulogies, they are still dead
Half smiles, powdered with dread

Half lies, you still could outrun the bane

Half truths, an iceberg of pain
Half the miles, walked towards another person
Half clutches, clinging unto connections
Or letting go of the burden
Half glances, half mentions
Half dances, so half the tension

You pout your lips, relax your tongue, hold your breath
Take exactly half
A sip

Of everything

Of nothing

Even kisses are split between your lover's and the lips of regret

Sometimes
It ain't worth a dime to finish feats all the way
To lay down the lyrics before the rhymes
To run and embrace what you desire the most
So you just let slip away

Sometimes
It's for the best to only look at your reflection on a shred of glass
On a clear puddle after the rain
Extending your hands to  touch
Disturbs the harmony
Smudges the only image of you that is true
To what you wish to be
What you wish to stay as
Your heart could whisper a truth all along
Yet your limbs and tongue

Could still disobey