It Hurts
Becca Sykes Kofonow
It Hurts.
Sometimes there are ups.
Sometimes there are downs.
Some seem more than others.
Some are more than others.
I look around,
I see you everywhere.
I look around,
I see me nowhere.
When I look to you,
You look away.
When I ask of you,
You take away.
I ache inside, pieces breaking,
There is a need, no satisfying.
I drive on and push harder,
no end is near.
I carry on, carrying all, caring more.
Such bliss and beauty trapped within your words,
my heart depending, my heart deepening, my heart drowning.
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