Opposites (Usually) Attract
I'm as out of place
in your life
as a stop sign
on train tracks.
I'm the slap
across your
cheek
when all you
wanted was
a kiss.
I'm the jar of
green pickles
when you crave
red cake.
I'm the awkward silence
in your room of
voices.
I'm trapped behind
the fence,
but you're the gate
that sets me
free.
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