Why is love pain?
I cut myself open just to heal you,
But you turn your back,
And say that you don’t need saving,
The tears rolling down your face
Tell a different story,
And so the story goes
Until I trip and stumble,

You try to pick me up, and
I’m too hard headed and hurt
To let you, my pride my down fall,
So pots and pans,
And plates and glasses,
And words are tossed; until,
Arms and legs and lip
Are entangled in the sheets
I bought and you hate,

Under the sheets, 
Our pillow fort fortress,
Our entangled peace treaty,
Where friendly fire is encouraged, 
Where the world melts away in your arms, 
And the problems of yesterday 
Are tomorrow’s problem, 
All that matters is the smell of your skin, 
And the heat in your touch, 
And the taste of your lips, 
As you recommit your love to me, 
And we heal what bonds us together

~By Hyacinth Hale