Why Does IT Hurt?

It hurts so much because I love you,

It hurts because ingenuously I care for your opinion,

It hurts because you are a huge branch of my life.

It hurts.

I want, I wish, to resolve & not dissolve what we have.

I never in my wildest nightmares think badly of or for you & so when you don’t replicate the same feelings as mine, my emotions are in absolute shock & give you the luxury of tearing up my tear glands.

I know you think I am strong, and I am! & no one should use it against them.

But I am fragile too. I am fragile because I am young & always will be to you.

And so when you don’t appreciate my willingness to resolve things but criticize my ways, I can’t help but be hurt.

I am absolute hurt when you mean what you say & not just out of rage.

I am terribly hurt when you use past instances of quarrel or indifferences as weapons of further destruction.

I am most hurt when I can’t even talk to the one person I feel I should be Able to!

Why do you not let this gap fill up?

Why do you not realize I don’t want to fight?

Why do you not try to approach this in an altered comportment?

Answer to all my questions is Lack of Love & I know it.

We are not poles apart & let us not be that way.

While you lie asleep, I’m trying to recover,

As much as I am strong, the missing love I try to discover.

Please don’t push me away; I am your best friend from the gods,

Let’s just laugh it off & not behave like clods.

I am not here to fight, I am here to stay.

You are my sister, my ally.