Bittersweetness

Bittersweetness

I hurt and I'm alive.

Almost happy to hurt

Cause I know it'll pass

That is the beauty of it.

It means I was touched

And I touched.

Feels scary not to

Touch You again.

So unimaginable.

But the little circuit I create

In your brain remains.

And yours in mine.

I contain multitudes.

You created a high in me

That only creation can surpass.

This is not a poem.

Just random thoughts

That rhyme on occasion.

What's the occasion?

The love of life?

Of lows and highs?

The fall takes my breath more

than the rise.

But I always rise.