The deepest wound.

I hate pain…
~ how it hates love…
~ how it blesses it with curses and digs in its purses…

For how easy it is to believe that hate doesn’t have love…
That suffering ate away the shreds of humanity, nonetheless
in a viscous manner, caring for no one else.

As if cruelty is given, for the devil, and can’t be forgiven.
No matter what you believe is true
this dangerous lie is cruelty itself.

For in the heart of it, the scariest pain is that which dissolves fear into an unspoken world full of hurt.

And out of the deepest wounds love loves the most, not because it is righteous but because its fears have eaten away its beliefs in anything else that has lied in its face to be just LOVE.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~