Pain is Love
What will be, will be, they said.
Games of deceit would unravel,
Little did I know I would be a partaker.
Imagine if your heart, was deceived again and again,
so it stopped each beat and broke?
It is easy to love at the beginning,
Appreciating all the good, the bad,
And everything in between.
Over time, a second entity enters,
And changed our course of happiness.
That entity was a force of resentment.
We started to grow into the worst versions of ourselves.
So dark, that even the sun wouldn’t give us a reason to smile.
You can harbour all the love in the universe for someone,
But it is discredited without consistent efforts.
We will never have that.
Never did, never have and never will.
