beautiful hurt

the sun is rising, and from my
window i can see the way the maple
tree sways in the wind, dancing
along to the earth's howling. 

i look around me and all i am is
tired, tired of the bed that makes my

i have so much of you in my heart,
but i do not think that i can call the feeling
within me love because there is
an overwhelming bitterness that comes
along with it that it hurts.

young, i am like a bruised

purple and blue and red,
she is the spring rain as it washes
over your body, a mere annoyance
in the wake of his storm.

she hurts and she grows,
like a rose, with her thorns drawing
blood from your greedy fingers,