I Love You
It hurts to
But I have to,
I feel it rising,
Like vomit or bile
The feeling of tiny knives,
Forcing it out slowly.
I sit across from you,
trying,
To hold it back.
Copyright © Charles Pullen | Year Posted 2016
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