Poetry : Hurts so good

To face each day
For more than it is
Past the joints of pain
Save me from myself
Stop the crying
Would that be even be possible?

Real
Tell me more
It was not so in times before
Understand not
Feelth not
Spoken like a true fake.

Love you I did
For that time anyway
Love you still I do
Just changed.
Sorry it was you.
Now and always it shall be
Another.