Mr Man Sir (It Hurts To Love You) Poem by kgomotso mabotja

i dont know why, , , , , , , , ,
i have no idea how
Nor when
If not where it all began
Gosh guy i cant even put my finger on that specific moment
when pain melted
Anger vanished
Bitterness dissolved
Even pity evaporated
all i know is in as much as alot has been erased since ur invasion
Hurt remains

For with each thought of you
i bleed
with each Image of us
I bleed
With each visions
I bleed
with each prayer
I bleed
with each yearn
I bleed
With each Desire to be held
I bleed

oh Guy the hurt never disappeares
Nor disappoints
for i hurt
I hurt
with every bloodcells i shed
in the name of us

Guy i Bleed and hurt
i reapet I bleed and hurt
till i wish kings James version could spring to live and say
AHA
we have found the woman with the issue of blood
She is the mother of Jobs, david's, Jacobs, Paul, Moses, Peter and Judah
She nursed their egos
soothed their bruises
mended their fences
and loved them till the day the said
pls Woman with the issue of blood ' stop loving me'
You have loved me too much
tis enough
i cant take it anymore


I hurt
i hurt
i hurt
i hurt
Guy i hurt

Loving you its a pain
an agony i will not wish to my worse enemy
Guy please
please
please
please
say it one more time

ask me
beg me
to stop loving you
just this once
one more time
say it Guy