complimentary pals

it is like you are the book and i am the words—you're ought to be my base
and i'm ought to be your contents.

it is like you are the phone and i am the appsh—you're ought to be catchy and i'm ought to make you lively.

but it’s not.

the truth is i am the base and you are my contents. i am catchy and you make my life lively. but this is not what you call love. it’s a thing you called complimentary pals.

the only sad thing here is one is superior with another. one can live without the presence of another. one cannot live without the presence of another.

obviously, he is the superior and i am the inferior. he can live without me and leave peacefully. obviously, i can't do both that.