Hurt,
is not a feeling,
but rather a process,
it’s wanting to burst out
in laughter when you fall
for the same trap twice,
and shedding tears
when you least expect it,
it’s being able to experience
emotions that you thought you had lost
touch of, sight of,
it’s looking at yourself
in the mirror
and loving the broken
version as much as the healed one.

settling for less is the war
everyone's trying to flee from,

but in fact,
settling for less is
an extra shot of espresso
in the coffee that we
drink each morning
in an attempt
to avoid being alone
for the rest of the day.

what hurts the most
is not realizing
how much
you were hurting
me day by day,
and not realizing
I was being hurt
by you everyday

I can sit here,
cry myself an entire ocean
and sit at the bottom and drown in my own tears,

or I can get

my body
misses you
more than it can handle
the pain of the withdrawal.

put a top coat
on the pain,
perhaps
mattify it,
don't let it
reflect on you.

inadequacy seems
like the only
feeling that
chooses
to stay.