We were hurting, but we were always okay.
The hurt made our hearts dull and worry waltz but we were always okay.
But then we weren't, and the pain never stopped.
It breathed with me; out in out in.
It slept in the same bed as I, never touching but always there.
But then I could take a breath without it laboring me,
Sleep without its watchful eyes.
The hurt didn't stop but it lessened and
we forgot sometimes.
But we were okay then, as we always will be.
The waves of hurt only blinded me sometimes.