Half Hearted

I got a half-hearted poem in my full little heart
I’ve never been a half ass, so I’ll be damned if I’mma start
Half a love, half a fling, I’m never half of anything
I’ll try and write a whole song off half that melody you sing
Half an ear when you hear me, half the words that I just said
Half a home that I’ll come back to after full days getting bread
Half my time that you’ll savor, the other half I’ll spend sad
Half the time thinking its my fault, my problem,
 damn I’m sorry, my bad…
I think I started this too quickly, these words were all I had,
I thought I had a whole poem
But this probably only half