You hurt me. But you don't feel bad when I cry.
You hurt me. But you don't know how many nights I've spent staying awake trying to figure out how do I fix me.
You hurt me. But I'll convince myself that I was to blame.
You hurt me. But we don't talk about how it hurts me.
You hurt me. But you sleep well after we argued.
You hurt me. But I depend on you.
You hurt me. And I'm bleeding.
You hurt me. And you're just fine.
You hurt me. But we are together, so what is to complain about.
You hurt me. But that was loving is all about right?
Love hurts.
And if loving you means that I will inevitably get hurt, then bleed me dry because you are worth the pain.
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where dreams go
PoetryA list of short stories that I come cross in my life that I had to romanticize and write about
