I haven't written in a while. Not properly. Not like this.
My pain died, with love being the brave warrior that killed it - and one I am thankful for. It's just a shame my creativity was linked to it, but what a fair price to pay.
At the end of the day?
I am happy.
i hope this doesn't sound... ungrateful? i'm very happy to be in love and cared for, i was just reading over my old poems and was shocked because i don't write like that anymore. but oh well, like i said - it's a fair price.