The scar and trauma of a severed soul is mathematically inconvenient

Cauterize The Heart to save Its better half; cuts "being" down to 50% off.

Should you come to love me, know from the start, that wily is the minion

that binds our fortunes; who is meant to roar and who is meant to cough 

 

For the stronger link is doomed to waste away

if placed next to the weak one.

But if stricken by insanity you decide to stay 

know that it'll be hard to run. 

 

You must grow bigger and taller than either of us is 

Become both our weekness' master

Your must develop a skin with tearproof properties,

learn to love farther and wider and vaster.

 

Be my better half, be my stronger half, be the half that can bear a load

And more; be the part of me that can keep my severed heart in place

Be my bigger half, be my wiser half, be the half who will know the road

that shall leads us away from contempt and resentment and disgrace.

 

Should the folly be mighty, and, after all, you love me still

so much given may feel like so much lost.

But remember; by the end of our tragicomedy you will

find yourself to be a bigger man than most.