Love Letter To Pain

Dear Pain,

Funny how things get.

Something I would never wish to have, I find myself seeking for you like a fiend in relapse. Always saying that I will never put myself through it again, yet to only find myself lying through my teeth. What do I do? I want to shake you out of my system, but nothing seems to work in my dilemma. I'm needing a breakthrough. But what am I to break through when all I want is to take you and make you. Mine.



Funny how things get.

Seeing myself be laughed at for the same things I used to laugh at. Watching the faces of others make the same expressions I made about others in their predicaments. And just like them, I refuse to believe that I will end up just like them. Who is to say that I won't break the chain? Despite the obvious, who says that I won't be the exception?

Funny how things get.

Excuses exclusively belonging to me for all that I go through with you. Hurting from what you do to me, but crying when you leave me. You put me through so much, but I don't want to know what I would do without you. I love you. And I do not want to make it without you. I should want to, but that is asking too much of me.

Funny, isn't it?

Signed,
Dumb Love