My darling ignorant empath

My darling pain is an ignorant empath.

It leaves me alone in solitude.

Yet appears to accompany me in a room full of people.

Perhaps it mistakes itself for love.

And doesn’t want me to feel lonely,

for it is the only one who noticed I was.

Pain.It is not black nor does it wear a hood.

It is soothing like a warm breeze.

something that lets my guard down.

For it assures me of its existence

Yet others cant see it only I can.

Perhaps they would if it were black and cold.

And if I arrived storms and blades.

But my darling pain dresses warmly.

For it doesn’t perform.

It is the yellow of an afternoon.

It is the velvet of a sunset

And pain I have learned, can be merciful.

Call it sickness

Call it madness

Call it what you will

For i am truly mad

Mad with the love for my pain

I’ve kept it like a secret lover

So when it visits me

I try to hide him

I meet him alone

Blessed is my lover

Blessed is my pain

Blessed are the wounds that never heal.

I am not lost ,I am a wanderer in love

But if I am lost

Perhaps I will remain lost till the day I die

So you can call me a mad lover

For my pain is mad and so am I.