I hate you, but I love you the most.
Of all I hold dear, you're the one I want to hold close.
But whenever I get too close, you flinch and take a step back
Because of the depth of my love,
And its shallow impact.You are dark, and you are light
A beautiful combination,
Yet an ugly sight.
You have indefinitely mastered the art of being sly
But I've caught on your ruse-
They are believable lies.Blinded, but awakened,
I can't see with my eyes.
But I know you're not someone I want,
Though already you're mine.
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Smoke and Mirrors
PoetryAll that I hope All that I believed. What happens to be real, is a mere illusion; And what happens to be unlikely... Turns out to be real.