It hurts. A lot.
It's been hurting for too long.
The more I get close to her, the more it hurts.
Let go, move on.
Let go, move on already!
Say it a million times over and over again.
I still linger.
Pathetic? Hopeless romantic? Loser?
A friend,
All I ever am, all I ever will be.
Why think more? Why think less?
Of all that is not there, of feelings that only mess with your mind.
Why hurt myself?
Hurting.
Still hurting.
Please stop hurting.
My head, stop thinking. My heart, stop waiting.
What can I do?
Move on, but it hurts,
Like hell.
Like infatuation, not love. It's never been love.
It's always been me.
It's never been her.
Not her fault; she has a right to decline.
Not my fault? I have a right to pursue?
Then whose fault?!
Why does it hurt?
It is the hell of the living.
Not having, still being with her.
To want everything and more.
To hold her,
To love her,
To be loved by her.
It hurts.
Move on,
It hurts too much more not to.
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Author:
duckykingy (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is what I'm going through. But it'll get better. It's hurting less and less each day.
- Category: Love
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Comments4
Love makes your heart flip and turn. Observe your emotions and see the beauty that it brings you. Transform the pain into beauty like you did, writing this poem. I liked to read it. Thank you.
One way love is hard, really hard. Your poem shows that raw emotion. Good write.
I like the advice you gave yourself in the last stanza ... "Move on, it hurts too much more not to." Well done, Ducky!
I completely understand this 💟 worst not knowing where u stand and getting hurt x
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