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There were always two sides to you.
One that made me laugh,
talked to me about anything.
The one with sapphire eyes,
and the effortless smirk.
The trademark crooked grin
and tilted head
when I made a mistake.

The one who had that intense look
when asked a deep question.
And your voice would go deeper
and you'd talk a little slower.
And I could just listen in awe
at your profound answers.

But you couldn't even graph
x+1=y

The one whose eyes scrunched up.
Before being woken up from a nap.
Whose hair was in eternal spikes
as if you just rolled out of bed.
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There were always two sides to you.
The one with the firm jaw
and the cold gaze.
When something didn't go your way.
The one that went into fits of rage.
Slow to back down
in screaming, heated arguments.

The one who was way too proud
of having toned muscles,
and Chemistry awards.
Of having girls obsessed with him.
The one who took out failures on me.
Who asked why you couldn't do it.
And I never knew what to say.

But afterwards
you'd always tell me
I didn't have to know.
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There were always two sides to you.
The one that acted so immature.
Almost always,
like a little boy lost
in a whole new place.
Where his parents took him to.

Who always asked too much of himself.
And hated when one thing went wrong.
Who cried for the first time
when his friend
found she had cancer.
But he never looked down
and tried to tell her she might not make it.

The one whose fire inside
never died out.
Quick to anger, quick to subside.
Passionate and warm,
in huge bright infernos.
Brilliant and mesmerizing,
born to stand out.

Who was a hypocrite but told me.
To never push myself too hard.
Because no matter what, he knew.
That I would never be a failure.
Despite what my mom always said.
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There were always two sides to you.
The one who sometimes said
the most illogical things.
Was too blunt for his own good,
and was too sarcastic
to always get along with.

The one who choked on water
way too many times.
And would forget important dates.
Or sleep in for too long.
Who was addicted to coffee,
And who spent too much on gifts.

The one who was too proud,
and could be really shallow.
Who people said was a lot like me.
But I would hate admitting it.

You were the one
whose flaws reminded me
that I've found someone real.

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It was a rollercoaster ride,
the ups and downs I rode along.
While you stole my breath
in more ways than one.
And you were far from perfect.
But that wasn't what I wanted.

Because the laughs and tears
and screams and thoughts.
Made me live again.
Like I never thought I could.

And knowing you're at home
up in those white clouds.
Can somehow make these days.
Almost easier to stand.