We, the complete opposite or maybe each other’s reflection
Ignoring all truths, I wrote my own perfect little fiction
We are two galaxies with alternative realities that met in collision
scattering waves of stardust that perhaps clouded my intuition
Without words but only innocent traces from out fingertips
oh how unfortunate that it never reached out lips
We hold on with all our might momentarily and let go
only to meet again & embrace the fallacies resonating in our souls
Stuck in a moment I am fighting for myself once more
I screamed, I cried and I still fight even when I’m sore
Is it your wounds, your pride or your made up rules?
or my melancholy that’s gathered by my feet in pools
For you, I bore it, left it unspoken and swallowed the words
though every point of each letter scraped my throat like thorns
They say opposites attract but at what cost exactly?
You and I are the opposites that never fit perfectly.