We were taught to love others
But truly we lack love for ourselves

We learnt to love the flaw in others
But never the flaws in ourselves

They say do unto others what you expect of others
But truly have you done anything unto you?

We seek a reflection of ourselves in others
But you reflected on your own?

Contradiction's a paradox of imperfection
But can imperfection be a paradox of contradiction?

These were the feelings when our eyes met
Or was it when my eyes met you?

You have accepted the flaws in my chronicles
All that I have yet to come to terms with

I'm a walking imperfection
And you lived in contradiction

Guess you could say we are a part of a paradox
But are we yet a paradox to be?