from Writers block.
Forgive me for my lack of intelligence and creativity:

I never paid much attention to the past until my future reflected it.
And now, my life today is the mirror of what my life could've been.
Except instead of freedom and happiness, there's pain and weakness.
Opposites attract ; oh how cliche.
But I couldn't breathe without you.
You're perfection and my vulnerability,
Mine so subtle at first, but then, growing until my imperfections overpower you.
We make an awful match. But I suppose that's why I'm still here.
The match making, that is. How splendid.