The people we love best
are the ones that hurt us most.
My mind recognizes a kind of balance in that;
my soul rages at the pain, the unfairness.

But it's a point beyond arguing.
It's thrice-proved, just in my own life.
My three deepest scars
were inflicted by those closest to my heart.
My father, my best friend,
and the lover that even now
I can't erase from my thoughts.

It's said everything comes in threes,
so by my count the universe
should be done with
taking a battering ram to my heart.

But the universe, like people,
is fickle and mischievous.
Basest instinct warns me
that the minute I turn my back, complacent,
it'll have another three hurts
lined up to strike.

04/07/2009

Posted on 04/09/2009
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