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What Hurts

"Write hard and clear about what hurts." -- Ernest Hemingway

 

It hurts that my grandmother might not be around for my wedding

It hurts that my grandfather may be, but may not remember it

It hurts that I live so far my from people I love

It hurts knowing they will hurt when I tell them I want to move clear across the country

It hurts that I am stuck here, facing people I would rather avoid

It hurts that a place I called home has turned on me

It hurts more that I may be imagining they have turned on me

It hurts to think I may have disappointed the first person to give me a chance

It hurts that people I once called friends will speak so bitterly about me

It hurts that, ten months later, I so strongly miss someone who melds perfectly with us

It hurts that she would rather run than even attempt to see what it's like

It hurts that she may act so calm, as if nothing happened

It hurts that her facade is so strong, while mine crumbles at the sight of her

It hurts that the longer we go on, the more we risk becoming "that creepy older couple"

It hurts that it hurts him, when I still speak of wanting another

It hurts that I would not be complete without one or the other

It hurts that so many friends are married, and growing families

It hurts that I will have to defend my own choices in growing mine

It hurts that I must defend my family to my family

It hurts that so many people work the job that pays the bills, and the job they really love

It hurts that the job I love must be revealed strategically

It hurts that who I am must be revealed strategically

It hurts anticipating the hurt that will come from that judgement

It hurts when I try to broaden my horizons, and I can see the hurt in my best friend's eyes

It hurts watching people not fulfill their full potential

It hurts watching people work so hard, but still gain so little

It hurts working so hard in my job, becoming so tired that my joy, my passion falls by the wayside

It hurts that we work so hard for things that do not truly comfort us

It hurts that we take so little for granted

It hurts that we take so many for granted

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diamond-dahl
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Jul 23, 2013
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**** you Hemingway

24 July 2013

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