It's truly a talent of mine 

seeing the best in the worst people

drawing love from unloving people

convincing myself of

impossibility

 

It's a talent of his

to deny himself of goodness and love

to push away

even when he shouldn't

 

yet

when our souls connected

our talents were useless

 

I had no need to see love in a monster

for this man 

had not an evil bone in his body

and he had no chance denying love

from the woman that so obviously wanted something real

 

yin and yang

the completion of a circle

two halves

two broken pieces

we accepted each other for every part of our existence

we expected nothing

but in turn

the two found everything...