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weed-killer

It could've been
my yin to your yang
or your yin to my yang
two sides of a coin
name upon name
but it never happened.

it wasn't entirely
between raven and dove
black beside white
just grey upon gray
two lost in love
and always will be.

I wish I can say I still loved you
but I'm merely enamored with
the occasional glance
the remembrance
to ever pledge my heart to you
again
would lead to an abrupt end
of communication
and burgeoning romance
you know this
you've known this
there stands no chance

I've never kissed nor ever held
a woman
I often fumble with their feelings
and damn my dealings with them
or lack thereof
I'm not capable of the kind of love
you seek and have sought
I say sorry now as I've said before
but I know it doesn't mean a lot

I'd prefer to not be a void-filler
I am your poison, your pesticide,
your weed-killer
and by weed, I mean love