Hurtful

My heart spills out by the buckets.
And your eyes cry a thousand tears.
Embrace me,
as we feel each others pain.
What we're going through is hurtful.

I ripped your heart from your chest.
You bled out standing before me.
No surprise.
I never cared.
What you're going through is hurtful.

You took the knife.
Twisted it a little deeper.
I wept,
like a lonely child in the street.
What I'm going through is hurtful.

No surprise we turn back.
I squeeze your heart a little more.
You push the knife a little deeper.
I love you completely.
What we're going through is hurtful.

Author's Note

This poem is pretty much about how in a relationship you hurt each other so much that you almost become numb to it and you keep turning back to each other. Numb can be mistaken as the falseness of the love you might have for someone over a period of time. Some people snap out of it and ask "Why am I with them?" but some never do and they continue to think their numbness is true love.