Hurt

Hurt

I feel unable to speak.

If I open my mouth

will you listen to me?

So many things I feel helpless about

Scared and uneasy

I struggle with my self control.

Intimacy

is it such a flaky thing?

If I am troubled

must I remain silent

at the risk of becoming a wall?

When I met you

we were two troubled souls

searching for peace

in the midst of insanity.

You the so-called abuser

Me abused by somebody else.

Together we found understanding.

I like to think I have given to you

that our relationship has been

mutually satisfying.

As I sit here in pain I wonder

at how closely connected

and what a thin line there is

between love and darkness.