a black rose

the funny thing about pain 
is that it's something shared 
even without the realization that it's shared. 
isolation . . .  
this hurts me 
but i take it out on you. 

your rejection, this bitter blade's slice 
did hurt me 
but my cup overfloweth 
onto you. 
and i'm sorry for that. 

the funny thing about pain 
is that it's something shared 
and it hurts more the second time around. 
a transfer . . .  
much slighter than the first, 
but mixed with sorrow and stirred with gall this time. 

the funny thing about pain 
is that i couldn't help but share it 
and my pain has blossomed into regret.

MOOD: contrite