Saturday, June 14, 2014

An aching

One time you saw me cry. You hate to see me cry, you said it was the worst thing you'd ever experienced, and how all you wanted to do was make it better and you hoped so badly you weren't the cause. 

One time you made me cry. You hate to see me cry, it hurt you and you pleaded forgiveness and begged my trust in your share of the pain. 

You're used to seeing me cry. Now, you almost expect it. It's losing its effect, your empathy, your remorse. 

You hate to see me cry.

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