You Are an Oxymoron

Love, you are an oxymoron.
My heavenly hell
My painful pleasure
You are the sweetest of pains
The memories of us,
Bittersweet.

Love, you are an oxymoron
When you hatefully love me.
You are my cross in the calvary
You are the trophy of life.

Love you are an oxymoron
You are what I need to survive,
You are my what can end my life
You are my love and my pain
The start and the end.

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Edgar M. Garcia
The Lark Publication

I like to write, mostly short stories and poems, some articles as well. Mexico. 18 years old.