Hurting

It hurts to read your poems,
Read your poems about a boy,
A boy who has hurt you in so many ways.
It hurts to know that I lost you.
My first true love.
I still do love you,
And I miss you terribly,
But I can clearly see that you've moved on.
I keep my memories of you locked up tight inside my mind.
Like a still frame photo of how beautiful you are.
When we went to the same school,
You were what motivated me to actually go to school.
I always looked forward to your hugs every morning before class and at lunch.
I wish that I could see you,
Right now.
Reading your poems I can see and feel how much pain you're in,
And when I read them all I wanna do is hold you in my arms.
I just wish that the hurt would go away.