Love and Pain
I love him
and that's why it hurts
to watch him be used.
He doesn't see the truth,
that's why he lashes out,
hurts me,
makes me cry.
but I know a way
to make my pain go away,
if only for a day.
so by myself I go
to make my pain leave
only to create a new one,
one I can handle.
I wish he would see
I truly care,
I want the best for him,
that I really do love him.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| I just dont get it. | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
| Before and After | 1 | 06/30/2009 |
| Feelings for him | 0 | 06/30/2009 |
| you and me | 0 | 06/30/2009 |
| Where were you? | 3 | 06/30/2009 |
| Love and Pain | 0 | 06/30/2009 |
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