It Hurts

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I don't like that feeling I get, when you pass me in the halls or look my direction.

I don't like that tightening in my throat, my blood running cold and the need to cry.

I don't like my stomach clenching, my lip quavering and my eyes watering.

I don't like the pain that comes along with it all.

People won't ever understand what I mean by saying the words, "It hurts to see them."

People won't understand how much you hurt me in the past.

They won't understand the painful memories that come along with the sight of you, the mention of you, or your voice.

They won't understand how my heart feels ripped to shreds when I see you.

They won't understand how much it hurts.

It hurts.

Two simple words that nobody will ever understand.

So I'll say it again and again...

It hurts.

Rosa Vazquez

A poem from Poetry For The Heart.

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