I am the Yang,
Of your Yin.
The Yin,
That you desperately hide within.

Your vast stillness beckons me,
My flame cannot resist.

Even though you push,
I still feel your pull,

Through that thick, false, haze
 of disinterest.

Through the games of hiding,
 what is within our chests,

Why then,
pretend?
Instead,
embrace death.
Allow the false to die,
Allow the fear to fly,
Allow ourselves, to live and feel,
Without the protective filters
Over our hearts, eyes, and minds.
To embrace the pains, in ways, that only allows us to grow.