One Hurt

Today,
I was hurt.
It hurt so bad my insides bled out on the floor.
With no one to see but me,
And your back behind the door.

I sat down to write,
Write to you all the hurt.

Like vomit on the table,
I spilled it all out.
Pen on paper,
I spewed it about.

How horrible you were to do this to me...
How could you?

Then I set back and stared.

Tears formed in my eyes as I read.
All those terrible,
Hateful,
Nasty and cruel,
Distateful things I said.

And I read.
I read as if I were you.

Up on my feet,
I crumpled it up.

I wrote down,
"I'm sorry."
"I wish this hadn't happened at all"

I folded this new sheet.
I wrote on your address.
I walked to the shelf and placed on a stamp.
I mailed this to you.

All that vicious hurt still rests on a paper.
In the trash.
Where it belongs.

Today,
I was hurt.
Tomorrow...
It won't be you that hurts like I did.

1 hurt turns into 2 way too often.