He had so much pain,
he knew true heartache,
there was no one left for him,
all he had was himself and,
his pain.
She had everything,
everyone loved her,
anything she needed,
but she wasn't happy.
He needed to relieve the pain,
illegal pain killers,
he needed to feel love,
that's when she came along.
She came to take his pain,
illegal pain stealer,
he fell in love,
she took his pain away.
Stole it,
placed it inside herself,
she watched him,
free,
but she was destroying herself,
letting the pain eat at her.
He knew,
he watched her,
bear his pain,
take it all in.
There was relief in him.
Then there was heartache.
Removed the pain,
took it back.
Felt the heartache again,
but still felt love.
His love was for her,
the one who stole his pain,
the one he would never leave,
she was his pain stealer.
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How We Were
PoetryThis is poetry of past experiences. This is poetry of what I have seen. There are no main characters. These poems may relate but are not thoroughly connected as one. Each one is about someone or something else. Interpret these poems as you will. I j...
