Hurt

I'm hurt.
Touched and slapped with an iron fist of pain.
 Weighing me down every time I think of you.
My heart does.
I'm hurt and you don't see.
I cry the tears of sorrow and stricken solemn love as we
drift.
From a not so close place
I think I really like you.
The like portrayed by two birds raising wings to each other.
You don't know what's on the inside.
I'm hurting right now.
A lot.

Author's Note

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Thank you.