Hurting Well
By: Devin Cade

Objectivity could be
just another word for pain.
Bitterness is the smile
that entices this everlasting pain.

Where did you go?
You said you’d always stay.
So instead of reveling in my abandon;
I think I’ll play.

Imagining that your heart
becomes as torn as mine.
Having to pursue everyday,
and act like everything is fine.

Also seeing you walk
by a crowded store,
trying to distract your own emptiness;
and not be able to open the door.

Now with your hands on the glass,
"Outside looking in."
People walking, holding hands, 
then just you. With a foolish grin.

Knowing that’ll never be "us."
Not ever again.
You’re so heartlessly twisted
I don’t even want to be your friend. 

Some may say the way I’m feeling towards you
is a sickness, yet it’s my only ease.
Now sick to death...
Loving this disease.


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