• It hurts.
    It hurts how you
    suddenly stopped using nicknames
    for him.
    So cold.
    I'm crying when I read about your past.
    You've sufferd more than anyone else.
    It hurts.
    It hurts.
    You were
    smiling all the time,
    but hurting inside.
    You may have to kill
    your friends.
    The ones you'd give anything for.
    And when you got to know the truth,
    it was painful too.
    It hurt.

    And then,
    when you at last,
    after all the suffering and pain,
    called him
    I was so happy that I cried,