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Precious Pain
Precious Pain
Jabs to my jaw
Stabs to my veins..
He causes such precious pain.
I love him too much to function,
But why doesn’t he love me the same
I be thinking and thinking, just going insane.
It’s all such precious pain.
Precious Pain.
Leaving-- I want to run away from her.
I want to be the independent individual I am.
I am scared of her.. She is me, I am her.
Her mistakes, her bad choices, her negative intuition.
Her positive demeanor, her strength, her failure? Her disappointment?
I don’t want to be anything like her, but she’s just like me..
We are the same, but so far away from each other.
I am scared, this precious pains, hurts so much it feels refreshing.
Conflicted
I am his puppet, on his string.
I am my mother’s wing.
I love them both, but the love isn’t reciprocated.
Or is it? No it’s not, maybe my mother.
I love her more than anything.
Maybe I love him more than everything too…
It kills me to feel like this, to give in.
The pain is knowing deep down he makes me crazy, knowing that he doesn’t give a shit.
Precious pain-- knowing I need a father to beat some sense in my head.
Knowing the precious pain…
The precious pain will remain.
Nasty, dirty, filthy precious pain..
I hate loving, this pain, this precious pain…
