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.