Monday, March 18, 2013
I am hurt.
I'm hurt because I hurt you,
I'm hurt because he hurt me,
I'm hurt because I hurt the both of you.
You can hurt someone by loving them
too much or not enough.
We hurt the ones we love,
for love is often pain.
Passionate fingers leave purple bruises
on skin as soft as silk.
Pulled hair. A bit lip.
An aching separation.
We love yet we hurt and we hurt yet we love.
We only hurt and go on hurting
until we find the pain pleasurable
and convince ourselves we're happy.