My friend, Pain.

Pain my friend
Is a wretched fellow.
I share my room with him.
My clothes,
My soul too.
Yet we never talk.

Pain, he was there
While I was making love.
Sitting transparent,
Turning opaque silently and slowly.
As if in a warning.

Pain, your tricks of making
Yourself feel important.
You go out of your ways
To make me fall in love.
And then, when these paid jugglers
Of yours reecede,
Im thinking about you.

Pain, I loathe you.
You cause me misery
You also bring out my best verses.
I did long for you when I was happy.
O it was so monotonous.

I wonder at times
If more than my men, me,
It is you who I crave for.
Im in love with pain.
And I know you love me too.
My grumpy roommate.
Who never talks to me.