It hurts.
It's hurts when you talk about him but he doesn't even know your name.
It hurts when you always think about him until your brain aches
It hurts when you're worried that he'll leave, but he was never yours at the first place.
It hurts when you run to him, but never approach.
It hurts when you stay lonely at night crying when you picture him with some one else.
It hurts when you try to hate him to stop the pain but in reality you fall deeper.
It hurts when we run in to the people that there are no turning backs from.
It hurts when it's a crush, because it crashes and shatters everything you've once built.
It hurts when you let your hurt turn into weak glass that shatters with the least feeling of rejection.
It hurts when you turn from a fighter to weak, because love is weakness.
A weakness, and a fire that hurts but the kind of hurting that feels good.
But when it's one sided, it doesn't hurt, it burns.
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PoetryIt's poems. It's quotes, and a reflection of everything we've dreamed of saying. When you can't talk and say what you feel, Describe the words, with the magic you have, to make your own vocabulary. If no magic, then no life If no words, then no voic...
