Of Love and Pain (I Staked My Claim)

I’m a glutton for love you know Yet I’m a sucker for pain Heart on my sleeve everywhere I go Not wanting sustenance of refrain Red on my palms entwined with another Parading around like a stalking saint Spreading the word to innocent lovers In message of insight and finger-paint Thrown into the renovation trade Rushing the blood to cheeks of the pale Lessening trounce of quake’s tailor made Damaging ratings on life’s Richter scale Mourning profusely, smile without sound Inventing new sketchings on solar graphs Mending cracks in the walls all around Stopping leaks from pipe burst hearts Filling back up the tear of the hollow Then swiftly moving along to the next Extending hands with pride left to swallow While keeping rejection within its context The irony of this whole situation Almost so vague it kinda begets me Knowledge from past and foregone conclusion Prolonging a word called simplicity I’ve seen this before, I’ve loved and lost Not sorry for wanting to share what I feel If pain means healing or trusting at cost At least then I’ll know of feeling surreal That’s better than not being able to live It’s so much better then nothing at all With bountiful bouquets of love left to give I listen for rose colored voices to call The aroma next time around will be such Allowing mitosis that seeks to enthrall And stroke the face with a gentle touch In the aisle to wildflower entrance halls Reach out the hands forgetful of catching Pick up the broken shards of metal Trailing emotions while sympathy snatching Garden bound barefoot on lying rose petals Healthy and wholesome food for the soul A soft patch for landing on feet with grace Creation arranged in colorful holes For the next time we fall into love’s embrace