Teacher

It's never enough just to feel.
You've got to hurt to live.

Hurt to love happiness
and learn to hate the pain.
Well I've learned again,
and I'm reminded,
you can see it on my face.

O, what a beautiful tutor
has my heart been,
to choose you for this lesson.
Yet, again?
Unlike a book I've read
or a paper I've written,
such a method is fresh
as blood flowing from a wound.
Like water in the river
it's new and all the same
I never saw it coming,
until I was the one to blame.