What hurts, is the heart,
it's the hollow, and the dark,
The place,
where nothing is visible,
and bitterness can be made.
The acidity lingers in your system,
and sometimes,
when you can't take anymore,
caused by the reaction of your ache,
and the thumping of your hope,
it reaches your eyes.
Yet that won't take away the the pain,
it wont take away the toxins that create the bittering taste.
What hurts,
is the small bruises you remember in your head.
The ones that in the beginning don't create that much damage,
but in the end,
are all that's left,
caves.
-E.F.
