in the end it's your heart's hospitality
your smile that's ever so pretty
your beautiful fragility
your deep connection with me - our synonymity
your mind's stunning ferocity
your hold on my nerves' electricity
yet it is also your lack of tangibility to me
but along with your constant blame on everybody else in the city
your contradictions shattering your credibility
your lack of will to exude your singularity
your personality's unconscious instability
your self-fueled promiscuity
your self-pity
your constant complication of simplicity
the fact that you're my felicity
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