Different.
There is no better way to describe us, you the wolf and me the lamb. Me the angel and you the demon. Bodies fused, souls wounded, but our two hearts love each other.
The hot and the cold, the Yin and the Yang, then you and me, I lose myself in the whirlwind of your existence.
One day you need air, and the next you need space. One day you are my savior and the next my assassin. I know very well that you will end up killing me, but I stay here waiting for the fatal blow.
I knew from the first time I wanted to always hear your voice, and even when I don't hear it, it remains etched in my mind.
I adore your "burning" gaze, as they say, but I know that one day it will consume me.
We play with fire, we love each other with our hearts in our hands, we give ourselves without belonging to each other, we argue, we forgive, we leave, we return...
Sometimes we even hate each other, so it's never all rosy. The end becomes unpredictable and thus it becomes frightening... But I don't care.
I know how to endure; I will endure for you.
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The Ghost We Left Behind
PoetryIn a world where shadows intertwine with memories, my past has cast a heavy pall over my heart, now securely locked away in an unyielding chest. I wander aimlessly, searching for something elusive-an unrecognizable figure or a flicker of hope-but t...
