Pain = Pleasure Poem by Ana Sanchez

I perceive love as my weakness, without it I can't continue my journey. There is just something about the warmth of the other hand touching you. What to do then? Once it's gone. All you have is memories and what could have been? I miss that feeling when fire is igniting my soul, sending messages to my brain to unwrap the gift that belongs to me. Because I deserve it. I been to good to show my talent. Now the show must go on. I am living in a fantasy. Where i endure all this pleasure, but in reality its all pain pain and more pain. Pain = Pleasure. Which one did you think I chose?