If I could take away the pain,
my sweet, you would never know pain.
When the quiet stirs fear-filled thoughts,
let my voice silence all your pain.
Purge the toxins. Relax the mind.
Let go the tears. Embrace the pain.
Salty oceans depend on you;
they ebb and flow on joy and pain.
The sweetest touch would be nothing
if you were never to know pain.
On unearthing titles: I'm not sure why, but in the process of writing this piece a song came to mind, Hate Me by Blue October. I borrowed a line form the song to utilize as the title.
A note on form: The above piece is a ghazal. Truth be told, I am not particularly fond of this form, though I have explored it on one or more occasions. I don't know exactly what possessed me to utilize this form...there was just something about the first line that popped into my head that made me think...ghazal.