The Pain of Lost Love

The blood which pours out
after having been stabbed
does not come as quick
as the pain of lost love.

The bruise which stays
after having been punched
does not dwindle as long
as the pain of lost love.

The ache one feels
after one vicious fight
is not as reminding
as the pain of lost love.

Go ahead--
Stab me, bruise me,
make me ache.
For nothing is as worse
as the pain of lost love.