the hurt that
i feel when you spit
your words at me isn't
the type of hurt that you feel
on the outside.
it doesn't prick at your
skin or tear at your bones
it doesn't smart your eyes
or cut your feet.
it's that type of hurt that's
deep inside, so deep
that you almost can't feel it
until it claws its way back
up to your heart and
makes itself at home there.
the type of hurt that
you almost forget,
until you remember what they
said and what they did
and you realize again
and again
and again
that as long as they're with
you it'll never go away
YOU ARE READING
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