It, somehow, feels worth it
An admission of hurt reciprocated
feels like the most beautiful thing in the world
The way your brain lights up at every sting
Every agonising repartee
The dying butterflies that have some flutter left
prepares you for a slow funeral…
Is there a more intense shared human experience?
A more satisfying closure?
And after the pain has dissolved
It metamorphoses into a precious memento of life
There is so much romance
in a romance that couldn’t fulfil its destiny
When pain is returned with indifference
And silence and emptiness
That you allowed yourself to grieve
a person admittedly cold
It feels like it was all for nothing
It led to no lessons, no creativity,
No greater understanding of life
How very futile
This blackhole marking a time
What an unfair exchange!
Like this verse
that will never be acknowledged.
