Linking Flesh to Unreal Ideals

This is one of those "I don't know where the hell this came from" pieces. I personally think that it's a little...eh...but I haven't written anything in awhile, so I figured I'd post it anyways. 

A heart is a whole of a mind that is a piece of a puzzle that makes up the world.

Wrapped in a wet-towel ribcage, my heart beats for heat;

Why doth thou possess a mind so squishy, my love?

I reach out to you and sink in amongst the soft marshmallow texture.

Ah, but your softness compliments my hard military guise:

An unlikely two pieces that make up the slate-green cornerstone.

A body is a mirror of a reality that exposes the soul of the universe.

Encased in a bloody blanket of sensation, the universe is a sea that runs like pea soup;

How canst thou hold up a mirror so vast, my love?

My reality wishes to coexist with the silver-painted sunsets that strip joy from the clouds.

Ah, but silver and glass never reflected the same thing:

Fragile, or tarnished—they are but two sides of the same human-forged fate.

A lifetime is an accomplishment of the truth that builds the friendship that forms lava.

Surrounded by magnetic monsters, a pacemaker is only as good as what it tries to save;

Why dost thou flinch from my embrace, my love?

Ah, but a sunshine-filled solitude is more painful than a dark-enclosed socialization:

An abandoned mall is the ultimate metaphor for closing-time.

A heart is a piece of a mirror that exposes the reality of friendship:

Must I spell it out so clearly, my dear?

A bloodred crust coats the coasting wave—I suggest you watch out.

When all is said and done, who shall claim victory over the rubble of humanity?

A tempting layer of froth coats the too-strong coffee underneath. 

But I’m sweet, I swear; care to give me a taste?

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