Like a beer can crushed on a boozed up frat boys head,
It hurt
Even though I said it didn’t
Even though I pretend I’m invincible
Even though you all think I’ve mastered this
I haven’t
It hurt
Like a teeny tiny paper cut from a loose leaf sheet it paper,
It burns
Even though you can’t see the scar
Even though it happens to people every day
Even though I didn’t even know it happened until it was over
It wasn’t over for me
It burns
Like the eyes of an innocent bystander the first day of pollen season
It stings
Even though I’m used to the pain
Even though I should have seen it coming
Even though I’ve been taught how to prevent it
I let it slip my mind
It stings

I am a stubborn creature
I do not learn well from others mistakes
I guess hindsight really is a *****.

For years of my existence

I had experienced affection and affliction

The one who loved
and loved in return

Loved more than I ever loved someone
even myself

I had been the suspect
and the victim

Gulity from taking advantage
and been taken advantage of

This heart experienced tachycardia
at times it ceased to beat

I had been the one holding another person's hand
and had been the one to let go

I loved blindly
and been the one blindly loved

Then someone asked, ''Are you a pain ******? what's with all the loving then hurting?

Then I answered, '' I loved''