energy

I’ve heard that after bodies die,
they leave stray energy behind.
Loitering around until it
finds a new concentration.

I’m not sure if that’s bullshit or not,
but it’s kind of like that when love dies.

All those stupid feelings
had to go somewhere.
We were too intertwined,
ignorance was impossible.

We couldn’t become friends,
so we decided to be enemies.

There had to be a place to
put the lingering passion
and anger was easier than sadness.
Pain is better than nothing.