It Hurts
How can your smile
hurt so much,
your sweet words feel so cruel?
How can your blue eyes cut so deep
into a heart that was long split in two?
How can every word you say
hurt more than these wounds I've carried?
Your every word brings healing
and sheds too much light on the
shame I've buried.
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Amaya Arevalo
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