Complete me

Nobody understands why
you call me weird.
But I know its because
it starts with 'we' and
that is the word
you refer to in code,
afraid of saying
what you really mean.

I like to watch your
Adams apple rise and fall
as battalions of words
fight for no obvious cause.
Because I love the sound
of your voice.
I'd never admit that to you,
because I'm teasing you
that's what lovers do;
when owning the object of
their affection isn't enough.

I cannot understand how you
stand so tall,
yet half of your heart drags along
the ground;
like your feet have fallen asleep.
And when I offer to pick it up
you say “ leave it, it's only trash'
like you're afraid of owning
a good thing.

I am your magnet, tarnished,
unclean, I have been framed
at the corner of your fridge
for so long, that I know you'll
never notice me again.
But to me
no heart,
half-heart,
purple heart,
you complete me.