Myself.

Yet again, not entirely sure what this is classed as.

oh, how little affection i crave--
now that i know what i can offer myself.
i need not be lonely,
if i were to just find that self.

two halves, equally magnificent.
one here and present and sad,
and the other wild in a harmonous anoesis.

maybe soon i will find myself,
maybe soon i will be myself.