We were different, him and I.
We were humans with feelings and souls,
about which we had to lie.
I had fears and we faced them together and apart,
We didn't have the world at our feet but we had a start.
With loyalty on our side,
Experiments and worlds would collide.
We were different, him and I,
Until we were told we weren't.
It wasn't true,
Because I still loved him and would do,
Anything to prove that he wasn't a mistake.
One thing is all it takes,
To tear the fabrics that constitutes our lives,
The mouth the thrower the words the knives.
But they were lies,
He was perfect, for himself and for me,
We fit together like a lock and key.
So how was the thing that made him that way,
To be considered a fault,
That's the strange thing about DNA,
It's a code interpreted to create.
I knew without it I'd face the fate,
Of a world without him.
I thanked his flaws and faults for his happening, on the brim,
Of life.
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