Weight On My World- a poem a day or ... something

it hurts

That she thinks that

It hurts

That she sees me getting hurt

That I tell her.

This fucking hurts

And she still doesn't believe me

She's like my sister

And all sisters disagree

We have a big family of many sisters

I just hope she is not growing inwards

Part of me says that's impossible

And part of me knows nothings impossible

Not fate. Not us. Not God.

Speaking of God I ask him why me sometimes

And he sends me an answer

Which only sometimes makes me feel better

And sometimes it makes me worse

But I know that scars bleed and Times hurt and I know

That a scared little girl is trying desperately to hurt me

And I know

I know

I know the shocked feeling

The tables have been turned

I stand on the edge of a cliff

I just want to let go

But she won't let me

Why won't she let me

Because she wants to hurt me more

She is not satisified

But I have heard my heart beat for real and I have heard it not even try

I want to ride away from this place

Up through the tree tops to a place where I won't look at her and she won't look at me and I say I dint believe your hurting

I don't believe your hurting

I don't believe your scars hurt I don't believe she has ever slahsed your heart open when you gave it to her I don't believe the story's and stories you told

I don't belive you

I don't believe you pryed open your CheT for her and I don't believe it hurt you

I belive that you hurt you

I believe in the innocence of an angel did nothing wrong and how

I wonder how

I cannot belive how but I know I want to fall into the clouds or through the earth I look up into the beautiful sky and treetops and I wonder

I wonder for a long time it seems Ian intimate amount how you couldn't see it

When it was right there in from if you on my hand even

That I do hurt

You drive me crazy she said

When a minute ago it seemed so far away

Why?

why couldnt you see that where your saw only hurt and pain and misery

i saw only love

love i was perfectly willing to share with you

had you not slapped my hand away the moments in which i tried

and i would do it all over again

if you asked if you needed

not because you asked not because you needed

but because its so so so

much infinately better to love someone

than to hurt them

you