twin flame

Twin flame; my shadow in disguise.
Your presence; volatile
Your absence; inconceivable.

You’re strange, foreign, and opposite in every way
Yet oddly familiar
I’m addicted to the contrast; to the polarity that is us

So much so that when chaos rains (over and over again), I remain.
Willfully trapped? Self-imprisoned? Quite possibly.
Stuck in the hell of
love
hate
…and everything in between.

Your dirty anger; a magnet to my fear
Your soul; parallel to mine
Two sides of the same coin
A part of myself that was lost over the years

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