“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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“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”
Brenda Barnhart



