Pain and Love

Love.

Love, put simply, is a measure of a pain-to-mutual-compassion ratio.

Love, put passionately, is a single unity of intense growing happiness that spreads faster the longer it lasts. Love is something that could split your lips into a heart warming smile and make your cheeks tingle when you first wake up. Love is when two or more people come together and feel each others’ hearts. It is truly the most precious and and cursed thing ever to exist. It is the most complex emotion, but the simplest to understand. It is a curse to be blessed by it, and a blessing to be cursed by it. Love is the kind companionship of lips mashed against each other, soft bodies engulfed in flower petals, fingers be-laced in another’s hair. Love is mighty and dark and rich and caring and spiteful. Love pushes loneliness of the edges of buildings, ties the noose of a rope, tempts the darkest of minds. Love gives you the bottle, pushes the drugs, encourages violence. Love is rape, and love is passion, love is feeling, and love is numb.

Love is cyclical in every way.

Pain.

To be frank, Pain is a harmful and intolerable feeling that governs ones’ sanity and way of life.

To be frank, Pain is worth eternal bliss. Pain is the logic behind our tears. Pain is the act of waiting for your sentence to be over. It breeds fear and paranoia, who in turn breed hate, mistrust, and neglect. Pain is birthed from the loins of fire, and killed by a sympathetic touch. Pain is a loyal companion that cries when you do, bleeds with you, and grows as you shrink. It lives on after your death, but always mourns you. It wanders through the forests of misery and loneliness. Pain regrets everything and hopes for things to be better. Pain alerts us. Pain, in it’s companionship, begs for our attention, but gladly drives us away from itself with its presence. Pain looms over our shoulders and reminds us to forget.

Pain is continuous always.

Pain and love are synergistic. Love breeds Pain, Pain breeds Love. Both destroy each other when the other exists, but impregnates itself with the latter’s fetus. Both destroy themselves when the other is too weak to do it for them, or too strong to even try. Neither truly leaves. Pain and love are the two forces that drive the human conscience. Pain and love are my best friends.

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