Aching hearts speak louder than healed hearts
They tell stories of being torn apart
Paint pictures of painful art
Images of struggle, hidden below empty bottles
Empty needles which entered numb veins
Just to sustain feeling sane
Love is a drug addicting
Contradicting, controlling,
laced with emotional healing,
mastered by emotional killing,
secrets of the naked soul it’s forced to start revealing
Vulnerable minds exposed
hearts beating at the speed of light
While crying in darkness
Love is a mess cleaned by emotional struggles
Painful but yet appealing
Vengeful but yet caring
Hateful but always loving
Aching hearts trust in pain
to validate their feelings