It's only instinct,
to stay away from danger
and yet with you,
my instincts are wrong;
always leading me to you,
a self-destructing machine.



I thought opposites were meant to attract,
why then is the chemistry wrong for me?
you and I are so alike,
each a timed bomb;
with our souls a wreck
and our hearts a riddled puzzle
each of us a self-destructing machine;
with our mind a maze of pain
and our body a broken machine.



I guess they were right afterall,
two negatives does make a positive
'cause as far as puzzles go,
you and I are a perfect match.


(c) 2018

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