home
such a vast term.
one whose connotation
can ebb and flow
from negative to positive
like two magnets
of unequal power.
of unequal polarity.
we always learned
that opposites attract
but is this attraction
or rather infatuation?
am i truly in love with you,
or am i simply obsessed with
your mind,
and how it works counterclockwise
to mine,
before realizing that we are part of the same clockwork?
do i continue to throw myself
back into this union
because of the times
we collide together in thought and mind
as both hands meet at the same hour,
after twelve hours of opposition
in our ways,
or is it because those twelve hours
of complete dissonance
is oddly satisfying.
those twelve hours
those of which are filled with constant disagreements
and opposable ideals,
ones that eventually spur
the opening of my mind to new heights.
so i ask you once again,
are you home to my heart,
because of my uncontrollable attraction to you,
which is only shown twice
in every twenty-four hour time period?
or are you home to my heart
because of my inevitable infatuation
of your mind?
the one that always seem to tick
around the clock
counterclockwise,
while mine never strays
from the clockwise path,
in which i continuously tighten myself
a bit too hard,
to an inevitable implosion,
while you continuously
loosen yourself
to an undeniable falling apart.
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