Pain is a gift
A gift to keep sweethearts apart and adrift
For a time kept or forever lost
Love is a trojan horse Wrapped in blood, grit and soured dross.
Love is pain; Pain is love
It is lovely, yet it is quite a saddening strain
When gone, Love leaves you drained
And the Pain leaves you eternally maimed.
A Pain that hardens a once lovely heart
Encrusting the softness with harsh, hard burned up hurt
Then is when you truly know and come to the fearful realization
There is only a very thin line between love and its close cousin called hate.
You write like one who is pained. This is similar to the other post.
Maybe it is. Dunno….