The pain of Love.

She cried so hard into my chest, 

 

Mascara stains spot my vest,

 

That hour between 3 and 4am,

 

When she relives being that little boy, abused to no end,

 

I cant heal her, but hold her until she sleeps,

 

In another hotel room, drowning in such sadness, I can barely breath,

 

I need to leave, but don't dare wake her,

 

But just love her, which sometimes is the only thing that separates us from that evil,

 

Of what we can become, when the pain wins and revenge is all that's left, that makes us feel alive...

 

I stay until dawn, when she opens them and I feel that love, I never knew could exist,

 

In the people and places that it has no right to be,

 

That's the irony of it.....when she was once he,

 

I kissed her and knew it simply didn't matter, 

 

Through all the sadness, we were meant to be, 

 

Even for just the one long cold winter, when he became she and loved me...