Depression hurts—I love you.
I feel it through my fingers…my blood.
Till finally it reaches the affectionate heart with such destructive passion.
Anger hurts—I love you.
Punching the vulnerable pillows as I lay myself down to sleep.
Wonder why it all happens now and not later.
Ignorance hurts—I love you.
Incredible countless years without knowing till now.
Perhaps a new beginning is in store for our lives.
Love hurts—I love you.
I am blessed by the existence of the soul from paradise.
Sweet and tasteful that I cannot stand to resist.
Happiness hurts—I love you.
My stomach beings to shriek in soreness,
From all the laughter and love which brought me to a better place.