hurt – world of words

So small

Sometimes I am small

The stars are above

My eyes shut tight

So tiny

And the weight, the heaviness of the world is above me

Around me

I can feel small

did we dance together yesterday

or was it in my imagination

a kind of hope that maybe it was real

that we danced

maybe sang even

together?

It hurt

and so I think , as I am still angry, some day I will find you

(its not a threat

more of a promise)

and you will know the pain you have caused me

you will feel how it was

you may not see me

I may not even be near

but you will know it is I

the pain will be there and

you shall feel how it was. Maybe