I didn't want you to explain anything, please -
I just needed a day or two to fix it up.
The words still hurt me. I longed for silence and peace.
I went to my desk carrying a reeky coffee cup.
The pencil box sneered at me with sharp nibs.
I bit my lips, took a piece of paper and wrote:
"Loving you now is like smiling with broken ribs,
Like trying to breathe with a heavy lump in the throat..."
Hurt
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