RELATIONSHIP Poem: Love is Pain, by Rina Gallo

Beauty is not pain,
but love is.
Whether possessed, lost, or
simply never acquired,
each condition of love
breeds a new type of hurt.

The emptiness of one’s soul sans companion,
The heaviness of tying one’s essence to another incompatible
The burn of having it torn away
coupled with the aching hope it will return
and the pulse of sympathetic pain for
the woes of the right match,
The stabs of allegiance to the one others mock.

It all hurts differently,
but in magnitude
we remain identical.
Pain is relative,
and so is love.
A tangible illusion,
An invisible reality.

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