Just Creator Things

Scorpios aren't meant for Cancers (poem)

We come together.

Like 1 and 2.

I'm blue; cold, distant, flowing, mysterious, flexible, dangerous and mentally destructive.

Your red; warm, careful, drawing, skillful, spreading, playful but angering and emotionally destructive.

Holding hands, we make the brightest of hues.

Fusing together, we are the purple,

We're best friends.

We'd promise to live and die for another.

Sharing the weakness of our very souls but we still went on.

Loving the bond that we made and on.

Spending every possible second with one another.

We were platonic love.

But after a year,

and all my fears are now known in the present.

They became true.

How could I ever believed in you?

How could I ever trust you?

But I did. For far too long and far too many chances.

Everyone believed in your wicked ways over mine.

Leaving me too look like the awful one.

Finally, it came to an end.

And we went our separate ways.

Something I can bet to quote you on, something like, "I NEED to get rid of this.. POSION in my life."

Because that's what we Scorpios are.

We pump you with a dreadful, vehemently, sickening poison.

The poison of feelings.

Love or hate. It's horrible isn't it?

But then I think back. Oh, how I think back, how easy for you to get rid of this poison.

It was poison after all. You can cure that, and you can get rid of it.

But it took me so long and I still have traces of it in my system.

No matter want I do, I cannot forget.

How you've done me wrong, and made the best moments in my life. But have yet to fully apologize for everything.

For leaving me for dead.

Though the day I realized, when our ties were meant to be broken.

I whispered to myself,

"I think.. I don't need this, cancer, in my life anymore."

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Just a small poem to reassure I am not dead.

Yet.

:)

-psych0