How is it
We always come back to this…
As if our love was written
To Shakespearean script
Forbidden and stupid
Starcrossed and twisted
Existing only in friction
We are a mess of affection
And affliction
Magnetic only because
Of our opposite energies
Our elements react unpredictability
Exposing our chemistry
Only for us to always be
Just a theory
Even though we
Effect each other like gravity
Worded Warrior 