it hurts, it stings, it burns

brings you down to your knees

but if love is so cruel

why do we continue to fall into it?

time and time again

only to be hurt

to be stung

to be burned

once again

maybe we like pain

maybe we need it

to prepare us for the one

our true love

which does not hurt

does not sting

does not burn

but will make you stand tall

so everyone will know

you are strong

and for you, love is no longer ...

a chronic illness