Contradiction

Silent Solace: Crying as an Expression

quote: “Crying is just the way your eyes speak when your mouth can’t explain how broken your heart is.”

Tears gently fall, a silent stream,
When words fail to convey what the heart has seen,
Crying, a language of the eyes so deep,
Unveiling the pain, the wounds that we keep.

In the depths of sorrow, a heart left shattered,
When life's storms have battered and scattered,
The tears become whispers, a voice in disguise,
Expressing the anguish that words can't comprise.

For crying is a symphony, a soul's lament,
When grief runs deep, emotions unbent,
Each tear, a melody, a tale untold,
A language of pain, where secrets unfold.

In the realm of tears, the heart finds release,
A moment to heal, to find inner peace,
For when words fall short, emotions concealed,
Crying becomes the solace, the heart's truest shield.

Through tear-stained eyes, the truth finds its way,
In the unspoken sorrow, where pain holds sway,
When the world seems broken, the heart left scarred,
Crying becomes the bridge, where healing is marred.

So let the tears flow, let them gently speak,
For they carry the weight of the heart so weak,
In each drop, a story, a depth of despair,
Crying becomes the language, a heart's heartfelt prayer.

For when the mouth falters, unable to explain,
The eyes become poets, revealing the pain,
Crying becomes the solace, the heart's embrace,
A testament to strength, in vulnerability's grace.

So let the tears fall, let them freely flow,
For they hold the power, the heart's overflow,
Crying, a language of the soul's broken art,
Speaking volumes when the mouth can't impart.

In the symphony of tears, the heart finds release,
Through silent weeping, the brokenness finds peace,
For crying is just the way, the eyes' gentle plea,
When words fail to express the heart's agony.

 

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The Dual Nature of Presence

quote: “Love me or hate me, both are in my favor. If you love me, I’ll always be in your heart. If you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.”

In the realm of hearts, a dichotomy resides,
Love and hate, two forces that collide,
Yet I, the enigma, find solace therein,
For both hold power, where my essence has been.

Love me, and I shall forever reside,
Deep within the chambers, where affections reside,
An imprint etched, a flame that won't depart,
In your heart's sanctuary, I'll forever start.

But hate me, and I'll linger, a haunting ghost,
In the corridors of your thoughts, I shall boast,
An unwelcome presence, a memory unkind,
Forever etched, within the recesses of your mind.

For in this paradox lies my strange grace,
A dual existence, in love and hate's embrace,
To be remembered, whether sweet or bitter,
A presence enduring, a lingering quiver.

Love and hate, two sides of passion's fire,
A testament to the depths of desire,
I am the mirror, reflecting your heart's choice,
Forever etched, in your inner voice.

So love me or hate me, both in my favor,
For I am the catalyst, the soul's brave savior,
In your heart or mind, my essence remains,
A lingering presence, as destiny ordains.

In this dance of emotions, love and disdain,
I find my place, where I shall forever remain,
For I am the enigma, in love's sweet art,
Forever entwined, in your mind and heart.

 

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Betwixt and Between

Quote: “And all of a sudden I’m stuck between wanting to wait for you and wanting to forget you. I don’t know which one is better so somehow I’m doing both at the same time.”

And all of a sudden, I'm caught betwixt,
Yearning to wait, but longing to forget,
A crossroads of desires, uncertain and wild,
In this paradoxical realm, I'm reconciled.

Should I wait, like a sentinel in time's embrace,
For the possibility of love's sweet grace?
Or should I cast away these thoughts of you,
Release the hold, bid a fond adieu?

Two opposing forces, entwined within me,
Yearning and detachment, in perfect harmony,
I find myself treading a path unknown,
Simultaneously waiting and letting go, sown.

A dance of contradictions, both fierce and tender,
Holding onto hope, yet surrendering its splendor,
In this intricate tapestry of heart's refrain,
I navigate the labyrinth, embracing the pain.

For waiting is a whisper, a melody of hope,
A flickering flame on a darkened slope,
While forgetting is an act of liberation,
A chance to heal, find self-restoration.

So I dwell in this liminal space of in-between,
Where longing and release converge, serene,
I embrace the ambiguity, the uncertainty,
Finding solace in this state of duality.

For in the depths of my yearning heart,
I discover strength, a transformative art,
To wait and forget, to hope and let go,
In this paradoxical dance, love's essence shall flow.

And as time weaves its threads of fate,
I hold onto patience, while relinquishing weight,
For the answers lie not in choosing one or another,
But in embracing both, transcending all bother.

So I shall wait for you, while forgetting too,
A symphony of contradictions, a love anew,
In this tender balance of desires untamed,
I find my peace, where heart and soul are reclaimed.
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