True Songs On Why I Love Pain
True love and frustration,
Songs of my heart,
On being a woman. Why?
I love you. That’s why.
May I? What?
Have more pain?
Please.
I cannot avoid the trigger, I….
Just cannot. Sorry.
Too often, an outbreak,
Of frustration—pleasure--pain,
When I simply cannot
Avoid the trigger. Who?
The trigger is you.
Waving my flag, we both play our part.
“Don’t matter what you do, Little Darlin’
Wave your flag, stomp your feet.”
The trigger, the frustration.
My heartbeat.
Look, everybody makes mistakes.
Pain is a witch’s brew,
No coincidence there,
No bad luck.
So intense. Interesting.
I malfunction.
In several, colorful ways.
What about you? Are you angry?
Self-centered, unforgiving,
Insecure, finding fault.
Can’t recall a single day?
It may hurt, but there is
A new season upon me.
Other people, not always
The problem, sometimes
It is me.
The end result.
Worth it?
Awkward.
Facial expressions,
Feeling special.
Still worth it?
Moodiness, imperfections.
Is that how you see me?
It will not be easy for you.
Blindly I strike back,
The nearer you approach.
Even as I demand it of you.
Irrational, fighting what I seek.
Underneath my mask…weak,
But there, you,
Just might find my love,
Again.
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