There will always be others.
Others to love you,
To hold you close,
When you are alone.

There will always be others.
Others to leave you behind,
To backstab you,
When you are no longer of interest.

There will always be others.
Others to call you lover,
To call you friend,
To call you theirs.

There will always be others.
Others to call you instigator,
To call you traitor,
To call you monster.

There will always be others.
And yet,
There will also always be me.
I who call you my other half.

I who has always been there.
I who stand here waiting,
Waiting for you to come back to me.
For you, who others could never replace.