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hurts

there is blood in my mouth

i know it is my blood

could be from

tooth cheek nail

throat raw from crying

 

my hands are shaking

a catalogue of sensations

that are making

my knees weak

 

and i know you’re

talking to me

can see your mouth moving

think i hear my name

but can’t be sure

 

there is blood rushing

in my ears

through the frantic beating

of my heart

 

and i just want it

to slow down

keep from stumbling

over itself when 

i think of you

 

and you’re still talking

i think it’s to ask

if i’m okay

and i want to ask back

 

what do you want

me to say?

what do you want 

to hear from me?

 

because it hurts

it hurts

it hurts

it hurts