6 Aug 1993

Stabs of Joy


If love this is, then tell me why
I keep wanting to make you cry
I feel so nice to just hurt you
And enjoy that pain which hurts me too
Why do I say, ‘no’ to everything
That could so easily happiness bring
To your eyes which instead I fill
With sorrowful tears and pains until
I drown myself in grief over it
Then hours and hours musing I sit
Matching my moods with yours so sad
Enjoying the togetherness in feeling bad.