Great Love Hurts

when your emails arrive they're full but not so alive your words are kind, nice your message very concise not a hint of  those things that you know ails or stings i should tell you enlighten you in the spaces there are signs what i read between the lines i  see and more i feel the acid rain drops that are soaked in your pain it feels like bullets against my hide like a red hot iron buried in my side i would like to say sorry sorry that you hurt. sorry in thinking of me you veil your truth though you know it's a seedless fruit inside you, what now must feel like an empty shell there is still the you the one that always rang the bell you know you are still yourself unpressed the person i know that always impressed but cuts don't heal from raw facts they hide irritated in burlap sacks behind a plastic mask inside an empty flask love-hurt spreads more than any tear not just here or there but everywhere it reflects any and all reason lives void of all of any season no spring winter summer or fall it is tossed and bounced like a ball left to its own devices it morphs becomes a crisis but you can't let it own you just like yesterday this too it will be tomorrow days follow in a row grab a very large clock one with a key and a lock only you can turn the hand and stop the flow of sand happy is a minute away choose it now, today Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A Contest Name: Enter a poem I have not commented on (YET) #1