Hurt is but a flirt,
How else can you say,
Pain is a game,
We all love to play.
Synchronicity in its divine simplicity,
Attracts us to those
Who pose a threat to ourselves
In revered domestic homes.
No second date proposal,
Always at a loss,
Looking for love,
No matter the cost.
We’ve already tied the knot,
With the love lost in our clouded minds,
Addicted to the madness that is our sadness,
Keeping us along for the ride.
Pain is a lover to the lonely,
If only we could see how charming it can be,
The harm confiding so deeply in something temporary;
If only the lonely could see, hurt is but a flirt,
Hard to part with when it can cut so deep.