Love and Pain
If love and pain were the name of the game, he’d choose to play.
He knows she has a mind worth getting lost in,
eyes that see the soul,
an inner world that inspires poetry.
There are songs written for women like her-
a yearning understood across lifetimes.
She possesses the kind of beauty that inspires rhymes
and lines
of a love sent to heal wounds she never caused.
She’s a muse.
Her beauty turns him into an artist,
painting pictures of a future more beautiful than reality.
He falls in love with the fantasy.
But with her, he sees a man he could never be.
If love and pain were the name of the game, he’d choose to abstain…
From looking in the mirror she held up,
reflecting the limits of his capacity. Tenacity never came easily to him.
Loving her demanded growth and surrender;
her depth required a tenderness he could not sustain.
So in the game of love and pain,
he chose the path that promised less strain.
Though he had nothing to lose and all to gain-
He chose pain.
-A. DJ <3
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