The Hurt In Me

Coming from a

foreign land you

were a different

point of view.

I am calm for

a moment I see

a quiet depth a

mystery in me.

The pity in your

heart peels skin

where the vibrant

red seeps again.

I have forgot not,

though blaze hot

you burned rough

in battles fought.

I’ll keep all gifts

you gave when we

once stepped step

by step beside sea.

I’ll be a victim no

more need to run

as if some youth

that burns for fun.

Come back love I,

if you I do not see,

will feel further so

much hurt in me.


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