i choose to get involved in bad situations,
no-good situations, that can only end one way -
with a heart that hurts,
a heart crying for pain relievers.
but it happens with such frequency
so i can't blame anyone but me.
i put myself out there
i act forward
i'm an accessory in the cause of my pain.
but i do it for a reason:
the pain lets me know i'm real
lets me appreciate the days my heart smiles
without the heartache,
i'd be dumb -
there is no enlightenment when all you feel
all the time
is good.
eventually that "good" feels like nothing
because that's all it really is -
a hollow emotion
substance-less because it has no foundation -
no memories of heart burn to give meaning to good.
my heartaches are self-inflicted
because it helps define my heartsmiles
and reinforces the fact that i'm alive
with a heart strong enough
to handle one more hurt
one more ache
one more burn.
