Dear contradictions,

Deadly as you may be
You make me inaccessible to the general public

Of course the contradictions are
skin deep
Heart deep
bone deep
Water deep

They write a story I don’t want to tell
Of someone who fell
Then got up
But then fell again

You make me moody
A whirlwind of hard and soft
Weak or gentle? Strong and rough?

Keys to create words
Should it be burned
Like the paper

Multiple harmonies
Yet off key notes
Irony as an element of the periodic table

Brains that are blind, worlds in time
Left lonely with dreams forgotten
Shards of memories ignored
with deflections of the future

Dear contradictions,
You make me who I am. And for that I hate you