Magnets and Glue

He's southern, I'm northern

He's a mechanic, I'm a conman

He doesn't mind getting dirty, I'm a germaphob

He cares only about the simplest things in life, all I care about is money.

Yet, I just can't stay away from the kid. I sometimes stay awake at night thinking about how good he would look down on his hands and knees. Or I don't want to wake up because I'm dreaming about him with his overalls around his feet instead of his waist. He may be annoying yes but, even his tall tales of 'one time, me and my buddy Keith...' stories still somewhat satisfy my persistent hunger to just hear his thick southern drawl. And that drunken kiss only made "that feeling" 10 times worse.

"Maybe I'm delusional from blood loss
Or head trauma
We're both running out of time
So I'll say it now
This may be the end for me, but not for you
Just leave me behind
Get out alive
While there's still time
Please don't make plead
Do this one last thing for me?
But before I pass on to the other side
And make my way,
Past the shining gates of Heaven
Or scalding depths of Hell
I want you to remember
Opposites attract
Or so they say
And now I know it's true
But you don't have to cry
Because I'll be eternally stuck to you

Like magnets and glue..."

(Full Poem available in my other work, "Some of My Personal Poetry".)

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