enemy turns lover

you are not pain
except for my side
you being innocent
i am not

i don’t come clean
thus i see you as pain
if this mess is gone
i am sure you, is my lover

you are here
reflecting me
of what i don’t know before
with you, i am

you, an object
because of me
with no subject
you, don’t exist

here, now
i see you clearly
not you, the pain
but “i”.

before that
pain is pain
after that
pain is not pain