Me
I'm
"the yin, the dishonesty, the wilted flower, the missed bus, the south pole, the depressive, the bad, the foul, the sinner, the mad, the spoiled and spilled milk, the F on your final paper, the nightmare, the rain, sleet, snow, thunder, and lightning."
You
You're
"the yang, the truth, the full bloom of spring, the early bird, the north pole, the manic, the good, the superior, the saint, the sane, the right amount of sweet in your cereal, the A+ when you least expected it, the daydream, the bright, beautiful, sunny, with a cool breeze day."
They say we mesh well, that we need the one to appreciate the other, that without me; there would be no you.
And so I put the bullet in the chamber, not knowing whether to bite it, or to save it for the rain, sleet, snow, thunder, and lightning.
3rd poem in 2 weeks about the same person, yet this one is the opposite end of the spectrum...