It feels good to hurt,
To suffer is bliss
When I'm in pain there's an ecstasy
That other pleasures strive for and miss,
But the best pain of all-
The kind that cuts most deep
Is the biting words you say,
And even more,
The truths from me you keep.
I hear what you're saying
Especially wheh it's not in my direction,
It's the times you never speak to me
That are the closest to perfection
I hear what you intend to say
And that proves right my every perception.
The looks you give speak volumes in you eyes,
Butit's the glances you avoid
That are most stinging to realize.
wow great poem with a lot of emotion. Very nice...