I am no good with pain
I do not bear it well
I am not fond of suffering
I am absolutely no saint
My current dilemma
Is that the longer I sleep
The more painful my shoulder
When I wake
It’s like a good night out
The better the evening
The more joyfully inebriated
The fiercer the hangover
Or with matters of love
The deeper one throws oneself in
The harsher the heartache
Upon dissolution, upon closure
I know I should be grateful
I am grateful, for the good times
Yet, in the black of this night
I do not take to pain too easily
