i look into your eyes
your piercing brown eyes
and it feels like you are
the only thing that matters
---
your eyes hold secrets
spill them out to me
let me hear them
whisper them into my ear
they can be our secrets now
---
you don't have to hide them anymore
but no
you tell me no
--
it hurts to hear this
you have no clue it hurts this bad
let me in on your secrets
let me know who you really are
---
but no
it hurts my heart,
it burns my face
when i ask
about your secrets
wishing to know more
dying to know more
---
it hurts to love you
it hurts
it hurts
---
yet you keep on leaving me
night after night
going off to a place that's safe, you swear
yet not uttering a word as to where
---
you come back to me
stumbling drunk
the scent of alcohol lingering on your clothes
you wrap your arms around me
pulling me in for a hug
and squeeze
tightly
---
but one night
i awake
i've planned an escape
i slip out of bed
placing a singular kiss on your head
and i run
i run
and run
and run
---
tears wash the soot off my face
i'm free
how did it get from enchanting
to scarring
i don't understand
but all i know is that it hurts to love you
it hurts
it hurts
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Its an expressive poem indeed. It speaks of what you urge to have versus what was given yo you. Its hard to play the cards just right and sometimes it takes the body over many times before it hits the edge of return. Every human I can think of has experienced something like this before and it leaves lots of scars behind. You should be grateful that sometimes your body cuts that line for you instead of your heart and interest. Let me tell you something of great truth. This man, no this boy, he is nothing he had plenty of times to heal your wounds. To ease the pain that he put onto you. But even if so if the only way you can express the pain is through neetly composed words of a poem I will gladly read each and every one of them. I hope to read your works again soon!
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Anma
i know exactly how you feel, minus the alcohol part. i'm a teenager. we don't drink. but my boyfriend does leave me every night, doesn't tell me where. and in the morning he comes home always angry. i'm dying to about him, understand him, i'm dying to find a way to love him more but its not working. i know it hurts to love them. i know that you do it anyways because you care. but you have to ask yourself if they really are the right person for you. i know some secrets cant be shared, and its best if you adopt to it. if you stop talking about it altogether, they will trust you more and maybe someday tell you. you just have to bulldozer through it. i swear, it will get better. i know you just want to be there for them to help them fight off their demons, but dont forget to fight off your own, too. just focus on making them feel loved, okay? things will get better. i promise.