Love Hurts

Falling in love hurts.
Secretly, it kills you—
unable to say,
unable to disclose
just how much you like her.

And it kills you more
when you have another,
and you love them both so much.

What is wrong with loving both?
Ashamed of one or the other,
you live the lousiest life.



You simply play around—
who is in love's bound?
You simply don't count
where love's fountain mounts.

So it kills you more,
deep inside the core.
You live the lousiest life,
and it cuts you like a knife.