Love is just the knife
...
love is like a cut
with the knife still in the wound
the bleeding doesn’t start
till the knife has been removed
then it bleeds
till it closes,
and it scars
as it heals
and in time the scars fade,
but the memories lives forever,
always torturing; tormenting
your soul, your mind whenever
you think of it
and the pain comes back,
stronger than before
till it’s all that you can live on
and you can’t take it anymore
but if you ignore it,
with time,
memories fade as well
and you will heal
but that pain comes back
just a twinge
every time you think of it
if you dwell upon it
you keep the wound bleeding
you keep the blood flowing
and you still keep needing
the blood will keep bleeding
till you’ve bled yourself dry
till you have nothing left
no more tears to cry
then after pain
and the suffering is through
you will be fine
you will still be you
you just won’t feel the love
you won’t feel the pain.
this philosophy works;
i am not insane
they say its better
to have loved and lost
then to never have loved.
That is not true,
because for every day that you love
the knife that is love
digs itself deeper
deeper into the flesh that is
your conscience
your being
your whole self
your feeling
then when that knife is removed,
the pain is all too great
the gap that is created
is then filled with hate
light is just the lack of dark
but dark is just the lack of light;
night is just the lack of day
but day is just the lack of night
hate is just the lack of love
when love is just the lack of hate
do we really have a choice,
or is it all just blindly fate?