Structure

It's a lot like silk, really.
Or the feeling you get when you leave the bathroom light on.
It's getting left behind, but not forgotten.
Being badmouthed, but respected.

It's jumbled up contradictions,
but in the form of an emotion.
It's lovely, really.
Every once in awhile, it's nice to make sense.
As a person, you know. Make sense.
Many things don't, like contradictions.
Opposing thoughts, like clashing personalities in a room together.
But that can be lovely, too.
They slide out from between your fingers,
And it's lovely, because the fabric feels smooth,
And lovelier still because eventually it will be gone.

Thinking about it, it really can't be all these things.
But it is anyway.
Someday you'll see it.
Someday you'll know.
It's like all of these things,
All of them,
All at once.
But in the form of an emotion.