My soul magnet,
So different from me,
Yet our oppositions
only support the force
that forms a bond between us,

A bond that won't budge,
No matter how much we want it to go

Like a Chinese Finger Trap,
We push and pull,
hoping to forget the existence of what we have
between us
and move on

But whenever I see his face,
I wonder,
If he feels the way I do,
If it truly is longing that I see in his eyes,
And if he can see it in mine

And our hate only gains us more love,
Our disgust blossom's into pleasure
The force that's tied between us
is no treasure,
that I would ever want to give-away

Yes, he is,
He truly is,
My soul magnet,

My true love and hate.