Paradox
See how things change,
Nothing really fits or doesn’t.
Here we are listening,
Maybe, sometimes, often not.
But my eyes have seen,
What feelings taught me well.
As I look at you now,
You are the epitome of,
Everything I will not become.
Not through fear,
Through all love.
In you I would be lost,
All that I despise and loath.
And yet here is the paradox.
You have taught me well.
For not becoming you,
Is the greatest lesson of all.
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