hurt

it’s the hurt
that hurts
the whys
the wherefores
the whatevers...
they are not the hurt
they only expose it
point to it
whisper it

your intentions
are irrelevant
the hurt is all that matters
all there is
what you intend
and what I feel
are so different
yet forever entwined

I don’t want you to tell me of the love you still feel
when I can only feel the love that is no longer there
like a blanket that is too small in the cold
like a leaky roof dripping over my pillow as I sleep

Reviews

[Julie]

This is the most beautifully painful thing I've ever read.