Paradox

there is but one light in my life, one possible good I have left to achieve the only thing in my life not indifferent, not wasted tis not a dream nor a goal, for those can be achieved she is my paradox, my soul, my love everything that is still good in me she is my downfall, the reason for my deterioration how I love her, how I need her from the very pit of my burning soul a horrible feeling to know she can save my life as she drifts farther away how I hate her, with every bit of emotion and anger I can seem to conjure destroyed by my light, my love destroyed by my paradox