From Hugging and Kissing to Hurting and Missing

Sometimes I get disgusted with myself. Why? Because I still love you. I don’t want to anymore. It hurts too much. The more attention I pay to wanting my feelings to go away, the stronger the love in my heart becomes. Wanting what I can’t have is driving me crazy. S.W.

To go from hugging and kissing
To hurting and missing,
From joy and happiness
To pain and loneliness.
Pain no longer seems the same.
It hurts me more to hear your name
Than putting my hand over an open flame.
Flames hurt, but not as much.
It hurts much more to remember your touch
From an untitled poem by Daniel Lazarus Garcia

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