Oxymoron.

for Souma

Love is an oxymoron; a meeting

Of pale strong feeling,

Black and white

People who are thrown

Together by fate, not

Choice, but it feels

Like I chose it, chose

You are beside me but not

There; being

Closer to you is being

Taken away, by

Joy

Is elusive but so

Painful

In its deliciousness and

Torture

Is missing

You, is being

Next to you

Make me

Be.

A/N: 17/01/04