less is more

 
metaphors for pain are lies of ommission  
confessionals wrapped in proverbs  
things I tell myself to feel whole  
 
uttered as prayers to the one above  
sometimes I hate you  
tumbles from my lips  
when love reflected back to me  
is broken fractures  
 
refracted darkness of the soul  
shining at me in a glaring fashion  
so brightly I can't look away  
 
I must look within  
to the bitter truths  
the honesties of love  
 
the secrets of flesh  
repressed desires  
keening in despair  
 
wept need regretting itself  
turns inward and tells me I'm not alone  
love is anguish  
pure in its torture  
 
giving me perspective  
on what to feel next