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You Hurt

You hurt, you know, you do, Without meaning or intention, Each word and deed and look A razor honed invention Plunged straight into my heart And welcomed with devotion, Ignites a hurricane of glass Into savage, silent motion. You hurt, you know, it's true, With no purpose and no reason, Each gesture, smile and frown Components of an inner treason Plotted with no real conclusion Only lightning strikes in blindness, Stamping heels upon the lips Only crying out for kindness. You hurt, you know, you do, With no semblance of regretting, All the times I see your face Forbids me from forgetting That despite the welling fear Of emotions torn to pieces, My love for you still grows, In leaps and bounds increases. You hurt, you know, it's true, Without care or taking blame, Every laugh and frozen shoulder Affiliates my shame, Drips like acid on my feelings, Burns their substance day by day So what means love to you That bids you treat me in this way?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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