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Hurt So Good

a poem

Photo by Nikolay Hristov on Unsplash

When hurt met love
and love met hurt
it hurt so good.

But love shouldn’t hurt they say.
(Well, it was too late for me anyways.)

Because love had
always hurt
like the time
he hurt me
for hurting myself
and it hurt more
than hurting myself
(if that makes any sense).



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Lindsay Soberano-Wilson

Lindsay Soberano-Wilson

Poet | Teacher | Feminist | Creator: Put It To Rest I Editor: iPoetry | Casa de mi Corazon: A Travel Journal of Poetry & Memoir. lindsaysoberano.com