Conflicting

The paradox of love is a paradox within itself, it troubles my mind sometimes.
The the things I want so badly, are not always the best for my health
But I passionately long for you; I feel that I can love no one else.
My perception of love is but a mere opinion bread from my past deceptions wen the love turnt ,
It always easier to hurt others when you're constantly being hurt
So I entrust my heart only to me,
Its mind blowing I can love you more than me, I can love on you more than you loving on me.
How is that love, that's the part that's complex to me.
Love is a sacrificial action, it's better expressed when you show it to me.
But I sit withering away outstretched waiting in a forsaken spirit.
But yet I still yearn to be swept away by your essence,
My mind and might it broken when tested with your presence, "Its angering your love takes control of me".
But the GREATNESS in pain is that lessons are taught , thats the contradiction that fenamenal to my thoughts, but
It's true you can't see the light surrounded by dark.