GhostHunter1120

Magnets

As children, didn’t we all play with magnets?

Cool and strange, pulling in every kind of thing—

Bits of metal, fragments of the world.

Simple joys,

Fun times.

But as we grew, the magnets grew too.

They clung to us in ways we couldn’t explain,

Changing shape,

Becoming part of the road we called love.

They say,

Opposites attract.

And so, the hunt for opposites began:

One loves sports; one loves maths.

A perfect mismatch.

But what if we weren’t opposites?

What if we dared to try anyway?

Time built a house of memories:

The good, the bad,

Truths that broke us,

Lies that left their scars.

And though we ached to rewrite the past,

To strip away its poison,

We knew—

The good would vanish with the bad.

Still, we stayed.

Toxic love,

Manipulations,

Harsh words disguised as tenderness.

Until it shattered—

Left me bleeding in a sea of tears,

Drowning in the wreckage

Of what I thought was love.