The people you love
(A poem from my teenage years)

Why is it always the people you love the most,
Are the ones to Hurt you the most?
Do they mean it?
Do you ask for it somehow?
Do you deserve it?
Everyone i love and hold dearest to my heart,
Has somehow hurt me deep down.
From friends, boyfriends, and,
Even those who are closer, family.
Why do we allow our selves to get close to one another?
We know that one day what ever we have will come to an end.
Words will be exchanged,
Threats will be made,
Tears will be cried and,
Fights will be fought.
Revenge will be planed and,
Names will be called.
Why do we put our selves through this?
Sometimes I just don’t understand.
But to not experience this and,
To never know what it's like to be close to someone,
To have friendships,
To be loved and to love in return,
To not know love or hate.
What would life be like?
Lonely?
Depressing?
Maybe,
 But unhurt by the ones you hold close in your heart at least
A pain I’d rather spare