Section 6: Love and Pain

Prologue


I want to live again

And never to love

For I have learned its pain

And once is enough




Love and Pain


Perhaps because the line

Between love and pain is so fine

I can’t tell them apart


And perhaps for this reason

I keep coming here every season

Hoping that love, too, would take its turn


For I had not known spring

As well as the joy that it would bring

Until she came along


And I had never known winter

And all the cold that it could muster

Until she came along


So here I am again

Bathing in this pain

For I can’t tell one from love




Ghost of Rose


Love's a ghost; never there, yet haunts

While she's a rose; a bloody beauty...with thorns




Poems


He sends me poems

Instead of you


For God knows me better

than I do




The Middle Man


I am the paper

On which she writes her first true love letter


Though it is not me whom she letters the love to

Privileged I’ve been to be able to serve her

And feel the gentle touch of her soft, tender hand

As she pens those flowers of mine


But now I must brace myself

 To serve that lucky guy

And hold back my tears


For ink and paper

Should not meet water




Suicidal Love


Bathing in this blood

Feels oddly heavenly

Drowning in this air

Somehow feels right


Strange delight

As I'm falling down forbidden valley

Is this love…

Or is this suicide?


Am I happy

Or am I simply revelling in fantasy?

I can no longer tell

Day from night, black from white


Should this glass break

Its crack shall reveal my melancholy

Should this heart break

A beautiful poetry shall I then write



Love is A Bird


Love is a bird

And we are its wings

It takes two to fly

To that promised paradise


With one wing gone

Without her

This love fails

And this fool falls along with it


Now I must fix this broken wing of mine




“Cupid” Warzone


Three crows in the sky 

Wheel over my head

Cawing a war cry


'Caw! Caw! Are you blind?

That floor is a pitfall trap

This ground has a landmine!'


'Caw! Caw! Turn back!

Halt in your track and read the sign

Stay where you are or you regret!'


'Caw! Caw!' Squawks the wise leader

'Beware of your budding desire, dear

Before it blooms into a curse you fear'


'Well, what do you know?'

I question the crows

'Leave me be and let me go!'


And so I shower in the arrows

Bloodbath along warpath

As all of the devils laugh



Arrow


Her face flashes at all places

Like lightning striking unannounced

Bright light blinds these eyes


Without a shield, the unwelcome arrow hit

For now, I’ll let the sweet poison seep

That broken cupid arrow shall I then keep




A Lie




Wandering inside this chamber of mine


I’m led to wonder, just who am I




Within your labyrinthine maze of mind


In your occupied heart, in your vacant eye




Who have I ever been to you, oh, dear


A beggar, or a mere passer-by?




A forgettable side character in a chapter,


Or the knight in armour you secretly admire? 




I would like to tell myself the latter


But I would likely be telling myself a lie




Blind


Tell me who’s the blind one

You, love, or I?

For I may be blinded by love that is blind

But you’re too blind to see me try




She Vampire


Scarlet rose from your scarlet blood

Scarlet tongue savouring your rosy flesh

A vampire, prowling in the dark

Draining you, striking in a flash


Don't come near, dangerous she is

Pretty she may appear, beauty deceives

Mind your distance, dear, or you will taste

Her sinking teeth, sharp and venomous




Cobwebs in My Heart


Cobwebs fill this heart of mine

Ever since you left its chambers

Spiders crawl underneath my skin

Weaving tangles in my vessels


Hardened wounds leave unseen scars

Hardened valves choke the blood flow

Sticky webs trap all the dirt of ours

Silky webs woven by a black widow





Die For You

"I'd die for you"

It's easy to say

Caught up in the moment

And I'd likely run away

So I'll live for you instead

For life’s worth more than death

But more than that

I'll learn to live for myself




Epilogue


Oh, poor poets.

They try to paraphrase "I love you" to verses,

just like converting graphite to diamond,

but she sees them as carbon nonetheless.

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