What is in beauty that can make you agony?
What is in love that seems to tear you apart?
Why would supposedly delightful things become painful?
We are born and we grow up selfish, that is why!
We wish naively to own beauty.
We wish arrogantly to control love.
We wish, after all, what is utterly impossible!
And the impossible hurts more than any other thing!
Copyright © Larissa Maria Martin | Year Posted 2009