Poetic Irony

I lost myself

in loving you.

I’ll find myself

in losing you.

Poetic irony —

it’s how we excuse our foolishness.

We use pretty words

to romanticize pain,

so it isn’t in vain

and agony has its purpose.

Because the alternative is

admitting

it was all for nothing —

it has to mean more.

We have to have learned from it.

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