~pain~

your cool delight,
that you use in the heat...
yet i quickly recoil,
at every shift...
does being liked scare me?

perhaps smiles give me pain?

do i love pure confusion?

prefer talking in vain?

does weakness delight you?

the way it upsets me?

or is distance too distant,

when chemistry’s key?

some thing new is exciting.

at least you thought so…

but

do you prefer pain?

is this answer no?

because oh,

shame,

that all can lost

with the casting of blame;

when i'm screaming for pause,

you whisper my name…

that is insane

that what could be lovely,

can account for such pain...