When I shattered our charm

--Two halves of a heart, fit together--

Into pieces

It became a kaleidoscope of thoughts

Each as unreliable as the next

Like the ever changing moon

From which tears fall in vain.

Imbalance is what you say

Though I can't imagine

A perfectly equal pair

Love is not unconditional, but 

Fickle

So I dare you blame me

For pushing others down

In order to keep my head above the water

Even if I do it alone.

-Asan