Opposites Attract
Sun and Moon,
Ground and Sky.
Hot and Cold,
Fire and Ice.
If the two meet,
Chaos will ensue.
As cooling metal,
Begins to break through.
Hot, soft, gentle, skin.
Broken with a knife.
The opposites, get trapped inside,
Betting on your life.
How can you break?
A rubber heart?
The answer is,
You don't.
You cut the skin
And watch her bleed,
Until you plant,
That tiny seed.
Doubt.
Everything you know,
Whether you deserve
To stay or go.
As cool meets hot.
Her life drips red.
I drag the knife,
Soon to be dead.
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My Heart's Prison
PoetryThis is a collection of poems from a harder time in my life. They are not exactly joyful and have many subjects that people try not to broach frequently. These are very personal, but I hope that other people out there can relate. Thank you for readi...
