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Mister J Jun 2018
This is a deadly game
This is a poisonous gamble
This is unwarranted passion
This is crazy obsession

And yet you choose me
Amidst all that chaos within me
That hurts you when it shows
Amidst all my flaws you love me

You are a bright flame
Warm and passionate
Fierce and boisterous
A raging beacon of beauty in the darkness

I am that darkness
Cold and unmoving
Dead and restrained
A chaotic enigma hidden in your shadows

I am around you
But I cannot touch you
And yet you shine for me
You choose to love me

No matter how much we try
No matter what we do
Light can never banish the darkness
And darkness can never touch the light

But here you are
Loving the darkness in me
Because you exist to need me
Because light must shine amidst the dark
And darkness must help the light shine

An odd combination
The two of us
And yet you're in love with me
And I with you
They may say its wrong
But who the hell cares
Because I feel its right
Even if we are never alike
Just blowing off some steam.
Finally, some vacation from school
What to do? What to do?

Thanks for reading!

-J
Demonatachick Feb 2018
You are mine I am yours
Lets ignore our flaws
Let's ignore the facts
That you're not me and I'm not you
But opposites attract.
Magnetism-Not 100% on this one but I'd thought I'd share :D hope everyone is having a good weekend
frankie Nov 2017
i am attracted to toxicity
in the same why a moth is to a flame

toxic friendships keep me on my toes
take take take take
everything i am
take all of the meat and leave nothing but bones

toxic thoughts fill my brain
ultimately destroying every brain cell
because they act like nuclear bombs do when they decimate

toxic lovers, toxic love
the sin i cannot cleanse myself of
the flame the moth will always fly to
because its irresistible flicker always look different
it's unlike all the others, just like all toxic lovers

oh the pain that ensues
keeps my body cold for days
which you wouldn't expect from a moth who was scorched by a flame
Leanna Aug 2017
Morning sun and evening star
Never close but never far

A love just starting to bloom
The kind that never needs to pause or resume

One's love is bursting at the seams
The others is quiet yet always softly gleams

Their touch is long awaited
Yet their meetings never go as dictated

Although neither one seem to mind
For to the world they are blind
For all their thoughts and feelings were currently intertwined

A morning sun and evening star
Always leads to a love that's kind of bizarre
Yet to them no other love is on par

Morning sun and evening star
I pray your love goes far
Luna Marie Apr 2017
He is fire, and I am ice.
One look at him brightens my dark eyes.
The heat of his body warms my frozen heart.
I might melt, so we stay apart.

He is outgoing, I am reserved.
I am not the one that he deserved.
Yet he chose me out of everyone else,
And stayed with me to hear the morning bells.

He is the sun, and I am the moon.
I keep him out, but he's immune.
He is kind and very funny,
I have no idea why he likes me.

He is Springtime and I am Fall.
When he's here, I have a hard time keeping up my wall.
He plays the guitar and the piano,
And I have a hard time singing solo.

He had grace, and I was clumsy,
But that didn't stop him from loving me.
No one would ever think that we'd be together,
But we knew that we're meant for each other.
It's fun getting to know someone who isn't like you.
regina Feb 2016
She likes it when the weather is cold, while he likes it when it's warm.

She likes her coffee cold, while he likes his coffee hot.

She is cold, and he is warm.

And they said opposite attracts,
Would they stay in each other arms whilst there are so many differences between them?

Would he keep her warm in a cold winter night?

Would she keep him cold in a warm summer day?
someone asked me to make a poem about him. So here it is.
Joyce Jan 2016
Attract what you
expect.
Reflect what you
desire.
Become what you
respect.
Mirror what you
admire.
Dawn of Lighten Dec 2015
Shimmered ray exuberance perpetuate,
And those eyes, your majestic eyes silenced all like void of space.

Not even whimper, nor whisper seem to unseize,
Like ultra violet sound traveled in speed of light.

Like a nightingale all sense disperse by her voice,
And all essence halt in a vortex of your pupil.
They say eyes are the gateway to people's soul,
And within it, people can connect metaphysically!
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