Knowing We Can Still Do That

You hurt me.
And when I healed from it,
I realized it was your hurt.
Something you wanted me to feel.
Something you chose to inflict,
To expose and dispose of my deepest emotions.
You left me wounded.
Have you mended from your pain?
What did you have to gain?
Strength to tell me you apologize?
That you can now look into my eyes to say that?
You hurt.
That look you loved I had for you,
Are there any remnants of it left to show?
To you...
No!
You hurt me.
We have hurt each other.
And knowing we can still do that,
Is not worth another round of dirt to throw.
Even though the hurt we both knew is gone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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