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Pain

Is a welcomed guest in my home,

The kind that stays too long,

But I’m afraid to ask him to leave

Because I’ve grown accustomed

To his presence.



So I let him occupy my thoughts;

It would be too lonely without him.

And I let him dwell for as long

As he’d like, but he has no plans

Of leaving.



He begins to take up residence

By scattering his belongings

To the point I don’t know the

Difference between his stuff

And mine.



He whispers those lies to me,

Telling me that joy is fleeting

That heartbreak is so near;

It’s not worth waiting around

For an answer.



It’s time I told him there’s

No room for him here

Anymore.