The Things We Left Unsaid

paradox of us

We exist together, yet at odds we stay,
Building and breaking, day by day.
In every touch, there's both growth and pain,
Side by side, we thrive, yet wane.

In our embrace, there's a wound to heal,
A paradox of love, both tender and frail.
We breathe life and sorrow, joy and decay,
Living together, yet drifting away.

A storm and a calm, the sun and the rain,
We linger together, yet drift apart.
In our bond, we're both life and decay,
Existing in union, yet tearing each other's hearts.

We're caught in this cycle, a dance bittersweet,
Where love is a fire that burns and retreats.
In the fragile space where we both clash and mend,
We find that together, we're both foe and friend.