The Way Things Are
Pain is the way my heart pounds.
Love is the sound of your voice.
Pain is the way my breath catches.
Love is the touch of your skin.
Pain is the way I feel when you leave me.
Love is the joy I feel when you return.
How can a person feel such two conflicting emotions?
I can't explain it, and I'm not sure I want to.
But you know the way things are.
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