Oxymorons

|| Noun ||

A bless which cursed you
To hate what you love
Wishing for peaceful turbulence
To resist the repelling love
His bittersweet aftertaste
Gave you bursting emptiness
Such loud silences
Makes you drown breathing
Feeling the shallowness so deeply
You leave behind this hold
The beginning of a frayed end marks
Where the unreal once seem real

– a.h.

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