It Hurts

I read a blog entry about someone I love and this was how i felt...Hurt.

I...read these words, about people I know...

Yet if feels so foreign; It feels painful. 

This is what you did to me.

Im hurt. 

I read about your family, I see old pictures. 

A purple suit, "dance classes for restless feet", unshaven stubble. 

It hurts. 

As if purple is the color of my blood staining your clothes,

And your restless feet dance on my grave,

The the unshaven hair pricks my skin drawing out unwelcome goose bumps. 

But I swallow the pain as i would medication. 

I smooth out the bumps. 

I say hello to you as if its the first time we meet,

So I smile and laugh, 

But on the inside,

I hurt. 

Author's Note

Constructive criticism welcome!!