Till It Hurts

I grew up realizing how much it hurts, how loving someone till it hurts. Shrewd remarks of jealousy floating in an atmosphere of turmoil and misery, arguments exchanged as one depreciates the other through strategical senseless of unhappiness. Beginning as a companion following an abusive convience all in hopes of pleasing an illness that has no means of curing itself. Tears are expressed, feelings verbalized while afraid corners undetectable anger with any means of defending itself. Sex once meaningful now replaced with advantage, filling a void that runneth over little hope of reuniting. The final goodbye you stumble upon delivery, questioning if the situation could resolve an ending of careful consideration realizing it cannot. Till it hurts leaves you incapacitated…… because of you caring at some discretion.

– C.A. Thomas

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s