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

Copyright © 2008 Brenda Barnhart

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