Literature
It Hurts
Did you believe me when I told you that,
That it didn't hurt at all?
You're a fool, my dear, for listening.
Is that why you let me fall?
Did you kill me just for saying
That it hurt not for a minute?
Did you believe my heart unbreakable,
That my heart just wasn't in it?
Why are you hurt when I say
That I was hurt as well?
It's impossible not to hurt,
Not after how we fell.
IT HURTS, my dear, my once-love,
And it's not unreasonable to.
Stop turning your guilt to anger.
I can hurt because of you.
So, yes, I hurt. Accept it,
And accept it with great care.
You'll have to face it someday:
You're in my heart,
And you'll be forev