“Hurting You”

If I see hurt in your eyes,
it kills me

The very thought of you
hurting, because of me

Opens up a black hole
in the pit of my stomach

Into which I crawl
to smother the pain

of hurting you

It's not even the last thing
I want to do,
Because I never want to

~*~
06/2008


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