Remedy

They say, the questions are the answer. But why are my questions looping? They say the greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel pain. But why does the pain get worse every single day? If our love was tragedy, why are you my remedy? Theres an experiment going on in my head, and you're the subject. Running through my mind in the day, at night, in sleep. I miss you. I fight this, for the selfish pain.