Why is it we cure pain with pain?
A burn with utter incineration?
A cut with mortal stabs and fatal slices?
A tear with larger rips and further shredding?
A break with complete shatter and growing fractures?
A love with a deeper, truer, more honest and raw love?
I think I'm getting worse at this poem thing.
I've basically stopped rhyming altogether it seems,
at least to me.