Stupid Love Poem Poem by MARINA GIPPS

If it hurts, how can you love it?
It hurts and I love it:
Loving what hurts.
Hurting what loves.
A Hurt is not a Love but a Hurt.
A Love is not a Hurt but a Love.
The two opposed like worn lovers;
Mirrors of each other.
Like a yin and a yang,
or turkey with gravy.
The warmness soaks and fills,
leaving one tired.
As both the hurt and love
drift deeply into sleep.
Remembering the next morning:
If I hurt, I love.
If I love, I hurt.