Love can't hurt...

Love can’t hurt as much as it does. Hard as a rock one time, yet so soft like a newborn babe. Pleasure is so pain filled, that pure pain is so pleasurable. You don’t know which is which anymore. What’s love? What’s pain? What’s life? What’s death? Caged fear, caged fantasies, escape the hidden world, into reality. Reality merged into fantasy, reality lost, or gained. Need in the eyes, pleasure in the brain, want in the heart. Senses tingling at a touch, exploding at full contact of the body. Lips match the fire in the eyes tasting each other hungrily, readily. Dead flowers, so fragile, so delicate, like love between two. Love can’t be as painful as they say, life so fragile yet lived with someone, with pain as a friend, a foe. One moment of pain, a life of pleasure, or just the opposite, depends on who you are. Fear, a constant companion, or a deadly enemy, scared with love, scared without it. Emotions running rapid, hidden, destroyed. Comfortably numb yet uneasy, love can’t hurt as it does, Can it?