Why does love hurt so much?
Is it the way hearts race and then tangle,
like threads pulled tight in a woven piece,
each twist wrapping us closer, then slicing apart?
We hold hands with trust as our cloak,
laughing beneath starlit skies,
dreaming of futures spun from wishes.
Yet, one small word can crack that fragile glass,
and suddenly, the moon feels distant,
cloudy and cold, whispering secrets of distance.
It\'s the moments,
like sunsets painted with golden hues,
that linger, haunting like shadows,
reminders of promises made, now hanging,
an echo of silence where laughter used to dance.
Pain flows like a river, deep and wide,
filling spaces once bright with joy,
as if love wears a heavy crown,
it presses down, weighing our hearts,
and makes us question what we thought we knew.
Why does love hurt so much?
Is it the laughter we once shared
that now feels like a ghost?
Or the warmth of a hug that now feels
like the chill of winter air?
Every scar tells a story—
of love that burned too bright,
or fizzled out like a candle,
each flicker leaving its mark,
carving space in our souls,
where hope and fear collide.
But even in this ache, there’s beauty,
a reminder that we dared to reach,
to grasp for something bigger than ourselves,
and love, like a wild song,
is worth the tears that fall,
each drop carving paths to understanding,
leading us to rise, stronger than before.
So, we carry the hurt like a badge,
knowing that the heart is a warrior,
battered yet unyielding,
ready to love again,
with open arms,
and hope for brighter days,
because in every hurt,
there is the promise of healing.
Why does love hurt so much?
Ah, but without that sting,
would we truly know—
the sweet, sweet joy of being whole?