My Beautiful Paradox

Some things were better left unsaid
he learned
he knew I struggled
with hearing the words beautiful 
and let it be meant for me
so he remained quiet.

Instead
he made a habit of turning my skin into fire
and my heart into dust
he was so hard yet so soft
my mind always struggled to understand
the beautiful paradox he was
– hope 

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