The hurt inside awakens.
I was so very naive,
to think it would be like this forever.
You were happy, so was I,
so were they.
Then, you threw at me the speeding Septa Bus,
which I was promptly and blindly hit by.
Now, I taste the salt
from the tears streaming down my face.
It both wets and dries out my mouth,
as I lay curled up and sobbing.
I am finally awake.
Awake to life's bitterness.
Awake to life's joke that
I was not allowed to always be that happy.
The hurt inside deepens.
I am so sorry Krystal... I remember having to walk away from my clients so many years ago. The pain is yours unique but I understand. Thank you for funneling it through poetry. It is beautiful.
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