So I lied.
What’s it to you?
You never seem to care
Why get upset now?
Only the ones who care
Only they
Are hurt by such things.
You know you could just tell me you care
You could have
Could have a long time ago
Then maybe we wouldn’t be here
And you wouldn’t be hurt
And I wouldn’t be so surprised that you even noticed.
Anger, hurt, pain…the tension is so taut and real in this poem, no one ever said the truth won’t hurt. skillfully done. Take care, Que
You are kind.