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All that pain ,poetry !
Out of the blue , I suddenly realized ,
Maybe we are all at our very core sadists ,
We find solace in the familiar sadness of strangers ,
A respite from our loneliness in the suffering of someone we just found out ,
The thought that some else is also miserable, makes our own misery less humiliating
But we don’t stay there for long ,
For the lines between them how much ever similar ,
is still different to only leave a scratch on the surface at our sick shells

Only for love we turn into masochists willingly ,
Only for love madmen fake decency
Only for love sobre men turn insane
And though it may hurt , it brings with it
the pleasure of feeling seen , wanted ,
the bliss of being touched , hated ,
the euphoria of adored , despised ,
the experience of being alive and real .

Once ,something to be grateful for being a human with emotions and entanglements,
human with feelings , face and flesh ,
Not regretting the embarrassing ordeal of living .

No one really escape our pain or sorrows ,
We paint it with the portrait of people dear to us,
The colours of their eyes , the undertones
The sound of their breath, the many tinges
The gazes that freeze our brains, while besotedly intertwined
The glances that freeze the time , after the brief intersection
We only become addicts to the hurt that feels good
So good sometimes to the point of diluting the pain away
Though it's still there
Fading in its intensity, with the faces of people who come and leave
Only in the realm of love is all that pain poetry !

© myrottenpoetry_13