Hurt
I learned
Through that one little poem.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” she said.
I learned
What it meant.
No one could write
Such strong words
Without enduring the pain she wrote of.
“I promise, it’s nothing.”
It wasn’t nothing.
Ever since reading
That one little poem,
I saw the pain in her eyes.
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