Opposite Parallels.

An action,
A gesture,
A joke,
A spark.

A spark in my memory,
The first thing retrieved is contaminated by your presence.

A sigh,
A swoon,
A theory,
A dream.

A dream in my sleep,
Unwillingly received but desperately longed for.

I didn’t seem to ask for you.
Presented at the most complicated of moments,
But fitting in seamlessly within my problems.
You almost seem like an answer.

A problem,
A hesitation,
A question,
A doubt.

A doubt in my being,
Taking a stab at my confidence at any given opportunity.

A resentment,
An issue,
A tantrum,
A rage.

A rage towards you for your abilities.
You’re charming ways and addicting personality creates frustration.

Let’s turn your qualifications,
And make them into loathable attributes,
To simplify my sanity a bit more.
Please, cooperation would be nice.

A spark,
A dream,
A doubt,
A rage,
But mostly a want.

A want of being next to you,
Near your presence,
Would be just enough to satisfy me.