Treasure Island

Shay Mitchell

(Idaho)

It Hurts


It hurts to look in the mirror,
after him telling me i'm beautiful.
It hurts to do my hair,
after he ran his hands through it.
It hurts to hear the word 'love'
after he told me he loved me.
It hurts to even think about him,
after i saw him kiss her.

Submitted: Sunday, December 28, 2008
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  • Marama Kelly (12/28/2008 4:51:00 PM)

    Wow. There is so much hurt, anguish, pain and betrayal flowing through this. You have expressed well the feelings one undergoes when the love they believed loved them deceives them. The pain and hurt felt goes deep into the heart and soul, leaving such a bitter taste in the mouth and what is worse, it causes one to doubt themselves and all they are. The world is full of players, and if we play their game, we will surely get burned. Well worded, well expressed with a good flow. Many blessings to you (Report) Reply

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