Hurt

the formatting for this poem is actually out of my control by the way... it’s hard- hard to breath. he pushes all the air from my lungs. but I hide it cause no one likes a chick who so obviously wants you. it’s obvious- obvious that it’s him. he’s the one that pumps my heart. makes my head pound from excess blood and thoughts. it hurts- hurts so much. worried he’ll never return that feeling- the one that puts a smile on my face. sometimes from pure ecstasy, sometimes to hide that bitch of a feeling called Hurt. I close my eyes, And there he is, And so is She. Giselle A. Nov. 20 2008