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PROSE POETRY
The Symphony of Our Contradictions
A Love Story Written in the Language of Paradoxes
You’ll never grasp the essence of my melody, the notes that dance from my soul. You’ll never understand the meaning behind my wildness, my bleeding heart. I am the inferno with no emergency exit, the chill that leaps at you from a warm embrace.
I am the present tense, the raining verb. I am the believer who turned into a skeptic in your presence. I am the reckless ambition, the impossible idea. I am the lostness that dwells in the depths of your beautiful eyes. I am the anxiety, the insomnia, the symphony of doubt. I am the beautiful presence, even in my absence.
I am the savage who breaches your walls, the beast that shatters your composure. I am the rebellion, the revolution, the project of defiance. I am the pain that walks on human feet. I am the sin you crave, day and night. I am the obscene thought that sets you ablaze. I am war and peace, warmth and cold. I am a collection of contradictions with no boundaries.
I am your last letter, your only comma. I am your skilled hunter, and you are my prey. I am your madness that violates you mercilessly. I am the demon that occupies you in the darkness. I am the conclusion of your chapters, your beautiful season. I am the dream that visited you after a long absence.
And you, in the simplest terms, in a single word inked on paper, are the woman who, whenever I see, I whisper to myself, “Blessed be the Creator for what He has created.”
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