it is suffocating to look into the eyes of another
and see your own pain staring right back at you.
we lie to ourselves by saying our pain is so singular.
we act as if it’s molded to the shape of our individual, scarred heart.
but humans of the earth, that is wrong.
when you see the pain your heart is encased in,
a whole new ache is born, for you know the savageness of it,
but there is nothing for you to do other than watch
and know that they too will survive.
because you did. because we have to.
because if we didn’t, why would we even bother
letting the wickedness of this world affect us?
it’s not the pain that hurts so much. it’s the love.
we hate how something so beautiful can stab so deep,
yet we continue on doing it to ourselves.
give up and you’re giving into the wickedness.
it’s always your choice. it’s always up to what you decide.
go ahead, understand that and let me know what you’re going to do.
i am afraid there is nothing for me to do other than to love,
no matter what that does to my heart’s safety.
after all, we were created for this.
