You Hurt
You hurt, you know, you do,
Without meaning or intention,
Each word and deed and look
A razor honed invention
Plunged straight into my heart
And welcomed with devotion,
Ignites a hurricane of glass
Into savage, silent motion.
You hurt, you know, it's true,
With no purpose and no reason,
Each gesture, smile and frown
Components of an inner treason
Plotted with no real conclusion
Only lightning strikes in blindness,
Stamping heels upon the lips
Only crying out for kindness.
You hurt, you know, you do,
With no semblance of regretting,
All the times I see your face
Forbids me from forgetting
That despite the welling fear
Of emotions torn to pieces,
My love for you still grows,
In leaps and bounds increases.
You hurt, you know, it's true,
Without care or taking blame,
Every laugh and frozen shoulder
Affiliates my shame,
Drips like acid on my feelings,
Burns their substance day by day
So what means love to you
That bids you treat me in this way?
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