Love Hurts a Lot
Love. Hurts…A LOT.
I love you. You love me.
But you don’t seem to get it.
Or maybe I don’t get myself.
I feel with you like I have no other,
it cannot be described in any sane terms.
But is that love?
Over the years, I’ve been hurt.
Broken hearts, broken smiles.
I guess love hurts.
A LOT.
You think that I don’t love you,
in the way that you love me.
I know this is true.
I don’t want it’s terms.
I used to think that you were my friend.
But no.
I want to be with you.
Forever.
Look at me.
I’ve been depressed longer than I can ever remember.
More often as well.
Ever since I left you.
Being with you, it makes me happy,
When nothing else does.
I can barely live without you.
I draw on the pain its caused me,
my love, incinerated to smoke
I watch it drift away.
Every day, more smoke.
Less me.
Dull echoes throughout my heart,
whispering of long gone love.
Emptiness.
Love.
Pain.
You.
Me.
Us.
Love. It hurts.
A LOT.
Copyright © Zach Nathan | Year Posted 2012
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