Pain is a little misunderstood
wanting so desperately to be love
disguising itself in death
heart ache
blood shed
within wars
your dining room
your happy place.
It just wants to be noticed somehow
a kiss and a gushing pulse throughout necks and lips and wrists
or the same limbs being reduced to pieces
slowly
behind your dark window curtains
underneath your sheets
at your empty breakfast table.
If pain wasn't human
it would be a ****** bruise
in a constant apology
to new packs of band-aids.