Everything you do,
everything you say,
every word from your lips
stabs my little heart,
my little frightened heart.
Do you know I once loved you?
Truly loved you in my way.
And now I cling to you
despite all the pain you cause,
despite all the stitches.
What do I hope for?
Do I want the pain to cease
or to continue -
just to let me feel you’re there at all?
Love. You hurt.
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