oxymoronical love

an Oxymoronical Love.

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She makes my

Head an Oxymoron..

so that I sit

(calmly impatient)

on Dark Mornings.

(waiting for The

Sun to Rise at Dawn.)

My World had always

been Beautifully Ugly.

A Duality of Opposing

Extremes,

until she Planted Her

Timeless Seed In

Me!

Which led to Immortality!

(down A Broken Path of

Dying Dreams.)

She can't stand the way

I Love so Hatefully..

(consumed by Trusting

Jealousy.) Or Accept

This Ever Burning Flame,

which has chilled my

Monster Heart with RAGE!!

(since The Old Age of

MY Infancy.)

_

I must Begin This with

a Better Bad Ending..

to Honor the Dishonor of

intended Themes,..

and stifle the immensity of

Silent Screams!,..

which bleed  forth from

 the Shallow Depths!

(of my stupidly intelligent

Psyche.)

Oh..how I Hate Loving

so Oxymoronically!..

yet..the Brokenness of

it all completes me!

As I sit here watching

the Noon Day Moon.

(Life's Madness

restoring My Sanity.)

But,.. nonetheless I

still Laughingly Weep!!

(For that Angel who

brings out  The Civilized

Beast in Me.)

J.Stephen.H.