Façades?

Sometimes I wear a façade

Or I think I do

But I'm not certain

Cuz believe me you

If its even there

I've worn it forever

And over time, it became me.

Enmeshed, not allowing me to see

the two entities apart.

But maybe thats the beauty

Maybe thats the art,

Maybe the two entities are no longer apart

Now, I call them modes of operation.

I'm comfortable in both.

One is simple, pure, naive, patient.

He feels from the heart,

The other's far more wise

He's been there from the start

Comprehending, rational, guiding

and then I realise there are still more.

The flirt, the comic,

the lover, platonic

But the one I like lives above them all,

He controls, protects, understands each one.

And right now, he's at work healing the one

that is simple, pure, naive, patient

Cuz he's just been hurt.

But, my mind still sees elation.

Cuz its not a façade thats on display.

I am many, occupying one space.

The flirt, the comic

the lover platonic.

Enough of me is always there,

and so my spirit never breaks.

Permanently.