I never knew how much love could hurt you until
I found myself crying in the shower over someone I
didn’t even date, I couldn’t even look at myself in the
mirror because I couldn’t stand the fact that
this was why I was crying.
I never knew how much love could hurt you until
I was lying on my bed, eyes closed running through all
the memories I had of you smiling at me,
and thinking about how happy I was then.
I never knew how much love could hurt you until
I caught myself trying to see you every chance I got,
and then watching you never look back.
I never knew how much love could hurt you until
I tried so hard not to look at you and avoid you because
I knew if I saw you, you would come back in my head
and I wouldn’t be able to get you out.
I never knew how much love could hurt you until
you forgot about me and moved on,
while I still desperately clung onto the pages hoping you would stay,
wishing you would come back, and then realizing the pit of depression
I had just thrown myself into.
I never knew how much love could hurt you, until you.
Hazel Piccoli
Durango
