Why is it
when I ask my sister
how she knows it’s love,
she says
because she’d cry if they died?
Why is it
that I know I love my dad
because when I’m here, away from him
a hole’s ripped through my chest
and I cry myself to sleep?
Why is it
that I know that I love someone
when in their absence
I feel helplessly lost in this sea of agony?
Why is love determined by pain?
LOVE sometimes hurt, but it is the only reason to stay alive.. well written & so unique! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Asking questions... you are living such an examined life... you are a natural born philosopher.