An Incomplete Story

There's a story you all must have heard

About two people

And their happily ever after.

Their journey 

Through bruises and pain 

While they struggle to find

Their way to each other

But have you realised 

The real story is not about the bruises

Or the pain they live through 

Or the journey 

To their happily ever after.

'Cause the story is 

And always will be 

About those two people

Like me and you

The rest are just illusions

Details that might or might not be true

So the story may say

That I might have hurt you 

Or you might have misunderstood me

But in the end

We both know 

That our story is not about all that crap

Our story

Like all other stories

Is about two people

Sharing a single soul.

The half of me

Will always be meaningless and incomplete 

Without the half of you.

Much like our story

Which despite the glorious details 

Of love and madness

Is still unfinished 

And undone too.

People might surmise our story as a sad one

Or a story with a sad ending.

But for me

There'll be only two types of stories

One in which those two people finally meet

And the one that is forever incomplete.