Agony In Which We Breathe

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Thoughts...

Submitted: November 29, 2015

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Does it hurt?
Love, I mean. 
Will it tear apart my very soul? Shreds of myself, sewn into the 
patchwork of another persons being. Will it rip through me like a 
hurricane with no path, only destruction at it's heart?
Or is it a subtle pain? You know...
is it the pain that trails your every step and waking moment,
only to smother you completely when alone? Will it hang
overhead like a chandelier on a cotton thread?
I heard it's bad; I've read in poems that it's the sort of pain
that leaves you as hollow as the lies your heart whispers.
Some say only artists can feel true love, because only they can
feel true pain too.
Others say it's like a burn that never truly heals.
Is it really so bad?


My darling, it is the most beautiful form of misery.


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