It Hurts Poem by Oyehan Opeyemi Akinkunmi

(…for those who have ever been hurt)

To tell how we got here
is to wake the dying thoughts
of the love we shared.

To tell that I never was in it
at the onset, until the sun shines
and I couldn't help but love you.

Like this day is not pleasant, for me
so would the words in this verse;
cheerless, gloomy and downhearted.

My heart is shattered and failing,
my eyes are full of drippings
of blood and of tears.

My pain flows through my nostrils;
the wound so deep it won't heal,
and maybe you won't fade away, ever.

What is whole, now just gathered in pieces
when you let me fall with no soft landing,
and in an unguarded moment, my heart broke.

I am lost, doing nothing on my bed,
alone trying not to feel like it hurts
but I must say, "it really hurts."