It Hurts To Lay Down
What you did hurt so bad
God it hurt me so bad
Like a knife straight through my heart
But the worst part
Was that I
Effortlessly, against my intent
Survived all of it. Each day passing,
I healed right over the knife
And kept on pressing
Now when I lay down and
Try to sleep it feels like
Someone is stabbing me, and i
Remember the blade so
Arrogantly shoved, neglected and left
Totally untouched until my heart
Grew twice as big to accommodate such
Terrible invasion, compensating for
Nonsense I still can’t comprehend
Wondering why I can’t just rip it out
And forget, knowing that even then
The scars would burble and pang
Even without the blade, I guess
Everyone who lays next to me at night
Will wonder if I’m okay, and I’ll have to explain
That it hurts to lay down
When your heart is broken