Your negativity

No, we're not the positive and negative ends of two magnets coming happily together, your negativity and I. We are not cheese and fine wine, two people meeting in a warm embrace or the most delicate of fragrances sprayed onto the neck of a lovely woman.

We don't belong, your negativity and I, and are not familiar. We don't feel right, like warm mulled wine and a crackling fire on a wintery night or laying in summer grasses caressed by the breeze, serenaded by the birds. We are strangers and I like it that way.

We will never be friends, your negativity and I and that's of great comfort to me. Your negativity is like nothing to me, nothing but a malodorous stench; Like the smell of decay and rot on a medieval battlefield three days after your negativity has been brutally slain, efficiently dispatched.

It will find no welcome here, your negativity, no fissure to cling to, no gap to infiltrate, no safe harbour or secure purchase. It will float by me unnoticed but for the light wrinkling of my nose as I catch its foul stench and the thought that it's better yours than mine.

Better that you embrace it, your negativity, that you hoard it greedily like a miser his wealth. Don't be generous with it. Own it, hold it closely and be the dim, cold winter that knows not when to end, the season that annul's the light and warmth of positivity. Clutch it in your cold skeletal hands like the dead trees clutch to winters ice, and rejoice loudly like the howling wind on the frozen tundra.

Sow the seeds of dissent and reap their decayed harvest, but sow them within yourself for they are not welcome here. Spread your foul word, that putrescent, and fetid hopelessness, but know that it'll find no fertile soil except within yourself. Let your negativity languish in the cold, dark places deep within yourself that it doesn't sicken the world without.

I deny your negativity, cast it aside to fall away forgotten, trodden underfoot and to die lonely and unloved. I repel it, your negativity and banish it from existence because there is no room for it in my house and I want it not. It's your's, your negativity so keep it, nurture and love it because as long as you do, it's all you'll have.

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This is dedicated to someone. You'll know who you are.

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