I tried
to get away
from the pain
that was so deep
within my old,
everlasting soul.

Oh, the extrinsic
pain along with
the interior agony
that this thing
people call love,
worst weakness

Too young to know
what's real-
they say.
They don't see
the cicatrix of
distress it causes.

So compelling,
yet so wicked.
The pull of the
tugging that makes me
believe it is worth it.
All lies.

Knowing the truth but
choosing the opposite;
knowledge can hurt,
oblviate obstacles,
knock down towers,
and open closed doors.