I welcome you heartache
Even though I hate your guts
And every time you visit
I am reminded that every place which hurts
Is the birthplace of a shining star
Lighting the path I walk on next.
Now that I am old and wise,
I don’t even need to feel you,
For I have studied you long and hard,
So that this knowledge is the springtime
Of my later years.
To dry my tears.
And smile.
donika emille 