I didn’t know it was ever possible to love pain. Somehow, I remembered how heartbroken I was when I broke up with my ex-boyfriend when I listened to Ed Sheeran’s Sunburn for the first time. (See my new poem Sunburnt) It pains me every time I listen to it. There’s really this pain in my chest, but still, I keep listening to it. I guess this is how one loves pain.
I’m still me
I’m still who I used to be
It’s just the distance
Separating you and me
Making me look different to you
Making you look different to me
You are a world away
I realized I couldn’t stay
There were long, painful days
When I couldn’t see your face
Is this considered a sonnet? It’s about love and it has fourteen lines, but it’s sad and unromantic. I wrote this after listening to Ed Sheeran’s Sunburn, after my ex-boyfriend shared the link to the song; hence, the title. I presume he’s posting it because of me. We broke up only a month ago. I didn’t feel that sad at the time. I mean, yes, I was for three days, but not after. Did I really fall out of love or am I just numb now? I immediately cried after I heard the song, so I’m wondering that. I guess I sort of miss him a bit.