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What is an oxymoron: It’s a contradiction in itself That still exists anyway An oxymoron Would be thunder on A clear day Or an ocean On fire Or deafening Silence For a while, I wrote People into being oxymorons Girls with eyes that Burned with wildfire Yet hearts that were Colder than the northern ice caps (I thought that the colder Your heart was The better chance of being Okay you had) I wrote of people Who had the gentlest hands But the hardest eyes I loved my story Of the girl who was in the Best relationship But didn’t believe in love I wanted to be An oxymoron Something hard to fathom And figure out, something Miraculous and curious Then I realized That I’ve always been an oxymoron I’ve been told that my smiles Were the brightest But I’d look in the mirror and see That my eyes were dead And empty I saw that I became an Oxymoron of my own The second that I became A perfectly controlled catastrophe So that my ragged edges And awful mess Wouldn’t touch anyone else I knew that I was an Oxymoron the second that I Started doing everything Out of love Yet I did not believe in Love at all I became an oxymoron And I hate it Because I want to break apart And fall into a million pieces But I need to hold myself Together even if it’s agony I am an oxymoron of sorts And I do not know If I am weaker Or stronger for it
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
OXYMORON
What is an oxymoron: It’s a contradiction in itself That still exists anyway An oxymoron Would be thunder on A clear day Or an ocean On fire Or deafening Silence For a while, I wrote People into being oxymorons Girls with eyes that Burned with wildfire Yet hearts that were Colder than the northern ice caps (I thought that the colder Your heart was The better chance of being Okay you had) I wrote of people Who had the gentlest hands But the hardest eyes I loved my story Of the girl who was in the Best relationship But didn’t believe in love I wanted to be An oxymoron Something hard to fathom And figure out, something Miraculous and curious Then I realized That I’ve always been an oxymoron I’ve been told that my smiles Were the brightest But I’d look in the mirror and see That my eyes were dead And empty I saw that I became an Oxymoron of my own The second that I became A perfectly controlled catastrophe So that my ragged edges And awful mess Wouldn’t touch anyone else I knew that I was an Oxymoron the second that I Started doing everything Out of love Yet I did not believe in Love at all I became an oxymoron And I hate it Because I want to break apart And fall into a million pieces But I need to hold myself Together even if it’s agony I am an oxymoron of sorts And I do not know If I am weaker Or stronger for it
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
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