You are the bitter seed in a candied apple.

You are the maturity in a playground. The salt over my left.

You are the definition of undefined. An antiqued youth. The integrity of a crook. The silver lining to a tragedy.

The color of chaos. For you are everything I am not. Everything cautious beings should avoid. However, I find myself attracted to you.

Attracted to those red flags stitched with warnings that you hold so boldly in my face. You insist to me that you are not the one, that the open difference is what keeps love from ignition.

I scream the opposition of this separation.

You are my sacred solace in the trauma they named life.

For you are everything I am not, and that is why I need you.