A Hurtfully Unpainful Epiphany.

Love is portrayed as a hurtful creature,
A beast among them all,
A beast that tears out a heart by it's strings,
An untamed beast not meant for everyone,
Long story short;
Love hurts.
But I don't know if I disagree,
What I feel is torn by two sides,
Neither overcoming my mind,
Love can be an indirect cause of tears,
hurt, and loss,
But love is too timid a creature,
Love, my dear, is not the source of it all.
Love together, hand in hand,
with betrayal and regret,
Can successfully break down the strongest of men,
But love never tries to hurt the innocent.
So maybe love IS dangerous,
But what I've been thinking is this;
Maybe love really does hurt,
But it's a kind of hurt you want to hold on to,
A bruise, or a scab that you like to pick,
But you wouldn't want to live without it,
For this chapter in your life would be over,
This memory would surely be ended.
Love hurts,
and hurt causes pain,
and you could say pain is obsession,
But you wouldn't want this pain to heal,
You want to hold on to it,
For it shows how everything's real.
Since you want to hold on to this craving,
It gives you a reason to think of them,
For all we know;
Love could be obsession.
And so yes,
Maybe love DOES hurt,
But it's a hurt we want to hold on to,
because honestly we wouldn't know how our life would be,
if that pain were to heal.