So potent was the resemblance,
so rich the imitation,
of meadows of wandering green,
with some red (tulips)
breaking through.

But careful not to chip the paint.
You drunkenly mistook the vivid
for the real. It was not real.
Here is the origin
of your sadness.

Aggravation rose and continues to rise,
Twitching perpetually, bruised egos and thighs,
"Fascinate me", she seems to say with her eyes,
"One and the same", a renewed grip replies.

Held and withholding, the harsh truth? She lies.
A perfect unfolding of imperfect cries,
Dissolve us, resolve thus, the long night implies,
Enjoy every moment, she belongs to the skies.

I often find myself wishing the best for everyone *except myself

Like colors on a wheel
We compliment each other
We're complete opposites
Bringing out the best in each other
So rough around the edges
With a smooth consistency
Mixed with some clashed feelings
And a fine tuned delicacy