Because My Past Is Really


Dear Hurt,
Last night, All night,
Into the night, All through the night,
Pain came to comfort me,
Tears swelled my eyes, sniffling stifled my restless cry,
To avoid being alone,
Anger chose to sit next to me,
Withhold my innermost feelings uncontrollably,
I bawled to the deep end walls,
Sun kissed my chattering portrait,
Of multifarious days dancing in purple rain.

My smile has withered away,
Bitterness sprang, and latched upon a face.
I saw a face of disappointment, I knew a face devastated,
I had a face distraught, I am the face desperate.
I don't know how to deal with this,
I don't want to cross this bridge alone,
I don't want to know what it feels
like,
Without you.
I don't want to place myself on the edge of the bed,
And reach over to crumpled sheets,
I don't want to look around for you,
Then seemingly find you,
Only to confront you, Just for you to turn me away,
Just to be hurt again,
Just to feel pain once more.

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