exquisite anguish -

~ the sad sea greets me, ebb and flow ~ why do I fancy heartache so? it isn't pleasant, sweet or fun it carries not, a buoyed charm no sullied mirth to e'er disarm assigns no blessing when it's done still I contend to leave it go (and feign aversion, lest it show) perhaps I've reached my own accord accepting as the status-quo this melancholy gag reflex to all that dimmer deeds can vex and while the urge still pushes so it's shadows that I'm pushing toward salvation's scabbard, short a sword perchance love's residue still stains when love is lost, the breathing soul seeks refuge in a heavy heart to savor grief with joy apart losing that which made it whole instills the worth of passion's pains left to embracing what remains I doubt I'll come to understand why now-and-then a heart can break yet prove to flood you, bittersweet with joy and sorrow mixed, replete such sad delight, this blessed ache left with what our hearts remand true love sifting through our hand ~ I scratch "I miss you" in the sand ~