I’ve been hurt before, a diffirent kind of hurt.
Its like a bruise that never goes away, its always there and when you press on it, it hurts ’till you dont press on it no more.
my bruise is in my heart, and when I think of you, its as through god presses my heart for me – and it hurts.
When I think of you, I think of your happiness, your sadness, your selfconciouness – I dream about what you say, whay you say it – when I think, I think of why you…
why is it you, that bruises my heart – that makes me press my heart so much it hurts, a diffirent kind of hurt.
Where are you now? are you in a relationship? are you married, do you have children…are you happy with you? Are you you?
Sometimes I think I’m hurt by the thought of you, just the thought – the tinniest, fainest moment – I bruise more.
Sometimes I think, I try to belive that I love you, but I think this is not true, I love the thought of you. Maybe this is the same.
For thinking of you is knowing the thought of you.
It matters not to me that much as it did before, yet I still hurt when I think of you, my heart still bruised because of you and it’ll be bruised.
Sometimes I wonder if, I protect myself from you – the thought of you – you are just a person – yet as a thought you are an army that cheers ruthlessly.
I still hurt, a diffirent kind of hurt – this though, only I can rememdy.