That is what pain does- burns your chest, lungs, heart and soul. Nothing is spared, as you weep, rail, rage or crumble in defeat.
When pain is caused by the other, the one that is beloved, it is worse than imagined.
You cry in lava, your cough out smoke, your kisses taste of cinders. Everything is overcast with a hazy darkness.
But pain can either paralyze or transform. Something always does come of it, it is never a neutral event.
Love is nothing but a fire that burns completely out of control.
beautiful.
i know that burn…very well.
*and no matter how much it hurts, we keep going back.*
-p