Clarity

by Delilah

Copy of door2

It’s in these moments

When I despise him the most

That I discover

I love him even more.

Like a sliver of sunlight

Through a door ajar

More pronounced

In a darkened room

Than in one already lit.

So I tell myself

It must be alright

To dislike him sometimes

For in moments of loathe

If I’m reminded of love

Then it must be

Love after all.

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