Butterfly existence
Why must love relationships give so much pain
as something of a punishment for their existence?
The protection is a shyness of vulnerability
which suffers from its brittle delicacy.
Is then loneliness a kind of cure?
It heals for certain, so that you get bold enough
to woo the holocaust of new relationships
to get shot down again in your exposed heart
and painfully reminded of the pangs of wounded love,
more damaging and aching than all physical affliction.
Thus the vicious circle carries on and never ends,
the self-destructiveness of plain relationships,
like that alluring candle in a butterfly existence
which she lives for only to get burned by.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-05-18 at 12:40
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