I split myself into two
So me and my other self
We can both love you
When one of us wants to walk away
The other can stay and love you
When one of us finds you contemptuous and coward
The other can still admire you.
That is why I split myself into two.
So there would never be any conflict
In loving you
In the most complete way
A body could ever know of.
tellafairytale 
i loved your poem. interested to now more about a sculpture in the photograph. i have never seen it before.