I feel I'm stabbing my hand over and over again. Do I need to reveal that to make you see my hurt? Must I take you to some private place, have you hold me as I sob again? Run your fingers through my hair, your nails lightly touching my scalp. U look down at me in pity with your beautiful blue eyes.
You have touched my heart, but in turn, left a scalding hand print that leaves me in anguish every time I think of you. It stings like a burn, whenever a memory flows from my heart. Will you ever see what good I could've done for your life? Or will you continue to keep your eyes closed in ignorance? In this case, ignorance is not bliss.
You've hurt me for the last time, pulling me along then dashing my hopes so carelessly. Not only am I upset but heartbroken and the man I love hurts along with me. I hope one day you understand my hurt. And when you do, who will you run crying to? For right now, I can't be there. Reconsider the things you have said, then maybe there will be a chance in the future.