Two halves of a one,
Afraid to show,
Dread to accept;
Show each other not love,
Not care;
Just a reminder,
Other fractions each can get.

Not to abandon,
But to say,
In the most impolitest of way,
In this sea of mixed fractions,
Only you can make us whole again.

But each time the other mixes another one by two,
They die within too.

What a love story that never began,
For each thoughtful love was a spite of fire.

Burning within,
To see other not with them.
In the end,
They lie ashen,
Burnt to the ground.