It hurts me that you are leaving.
It hurts me that you grieve.
It hurts me when you feel bad.
It hurts me when you are sad.
It hurts me when you’re with her.
And it hurts me no matter what occurs.
Everything you do hurts me.
This isn’t where I want to be.
I need to express my pain,
but I can’t without your shame.
I hold back myself for you.
And there are things I can’t do.
Even when I feel I’m right,
Even if I don’t intend spite,
It hurts me to say what I’m going through,
Especially when what I say hurts you.
I can’t do the things you do,
because I hurt for you.
I try to be selfish for me,
but then I regret it instantly.
I try to focus on my healing,
but I can’t not think of your feelings.
Such a delicate thing this heart,
Balancing pain and love is an art.
I hurt for you all the time.
Whether it’s your fault or mine.
I hurt when you’re wrong or not.
I hurt for you a lot.
When you hurt I reach out to touch.
I hurt for you because I care so much.