Pain me

Pain me

Use a needle

Sharp as a pinprick

Cut through defences

With the ease

Of a fingernail

Dragged down a chalkboard

Dismembering

Broken promises

Misremembered as pain

So often is

When the first thought

Is self-preservation

After the flesh

Was found too easily torn

With every cutting remark

Exposing the soft inside

To the elements

With the risk of infection

Close me up

Love hurts

Even kindness

Is tinged with regret

When the hand

Of friendship

Is withdrawn

Unless enjoyed

For the bitterness

Of its taste

The beauty of pain

Is in forgetting

Without it

Nothing of value

Would be ventured

Even in darkness

The light

At the end of a tunnel

Is blinding

Ease me down

The cutting edge

Lest the sharp reminder

Of infirmity

Hinder the progress

Of suturing