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“one of the best result of life is the torment of love”.

shouldn't it hurt when you lose in love,

like an aching heart

when something is wounded?

but isn’t losing the first actual sense of being alive

a newborn will cry when that suckling teat is taken away

the sudden perversion of unfinished passion

how will hunger, not crave?
while we try to repair with our expert rituals:

we try to understand, going through the motion of haunted apathy

where is the logic to ever stop wanting?

would the choice be to imagine pleasure
too feel for the longed-response
that will mingle with the need for warmth

and touch

and care

or is the pain just imagined?

I loved or was it just instinct

was it you that turned to me when you needed?
is it a choice?

or just a mirage of a lesson?

a cautionary tale