Affection II: Pain, acute

See,

You did love her

In your heart of hearts

With the sum of your parts

but it happened

you fell from grace

and she did part

It happened

It is done

bound to be embraced

So wear misery’s crown

And flaunt it around

The throne is well deserved.

See,

You’re not lost

Not quite

On the precipice, you lay

Tomorrow day

So dance tonight

to the song of conflict

To the conflict in song

Only then, you may

Find your way

To jump

Or to smoke up.

See,

I wish I could say

It will pass

Or all will pass

Only time passes

The rest stays

As scars

Eating away at your spirit

Or crests

Honouring your chest.

All hail the pain

All hail the crown

All hail the king.