When You’ve Learned to Love the Pain
When life's been full of hurtful people......
When pain is recurring, or prolonged.....
You fall for people
With jumbled minds
Just like yours,
Unsure....is this love? Or pain?
Broken people can't tell the difference.
--Can't have one without the other
--Crave the pain as much as love
And so you strike with words
& sometimes with fists
& it hurts & it traumatizes
And from that trauma
The strongest bonds develop
Wounds masquerading as True Love
Bonds disguised as Destiny
The truth is you're both fucked
Using Love & Pain
Taking Addiction &Trauma -
fusing your kerosene lips
with his fiery fingertips
Impatiently waiting
to Explode
As if a Vice Tightens
The days reveal the existence of this concept. The struggle of compromise, the slice of flesh upon accidental misgivings, the hidden illness lost from vision of normalcy. In this concept, the budding of life as the flower in Spring, an awakening to reality as we know it. Dance among the stars and shine from living inside fireflys, the night crawlers piercing the ether!