Hurts

Hurts

Honey I’m not made of stone, It hurts. Loving you the way I do, It hurts. Watching you pretend to not remember, It hurts. Watching you forget our time together, It hurts. Watching your interlocked fingers with your lover, It hurts. Rocking our child to sleep every night, alone. It hurts. No kisses for your […]

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