my kind of kind.

Pain is kind.
Kind,kind,kind...
Selfless in it's giving and inflicting and emotional disarmament
In it's Silent creeping in and out of chambers of the heart,tear ducts,fists and fake smiles.
So loyal it wouldnt let you go if you begged
Wouldn't dessert you if you ran.
Stuck to you
White and rice.
In awe with the ways in which pain keeps me warm
Pain draws me to the flame
The lonely moth in me.
Till my wing tips zing in the blue,the red and the yellow
And my body feels too heavy to carry around.
Lugging,panting, dragging myself to the open arms of my kind oppressor
Pain is seasonal in it's affliction but loves you enough to be permanent in its dents...
In it's bruises and mutilation
In it's ever present impulses.
In it's smile and its laughter
In its pieceing of your heart the absolute wrong way,
In it's freedom and its valour
In it's sacrifice today for an even bigger loss tomorrow.
In love with the math around it.
The ones and two's that total up to nothing.
The total chemistry behind this emotion
Pain is kind.
Kind,kind,kind.