Hurt (happy when I see you). A poem.

I hurt when I see you, a mad combination of anger and pride. Selfish and shallow, Tear-filled and callow. So glad you’re doing well; I know you wallowed for awhile, as indeterminate as I. Now, you’re bouncing, a supercharged rubber ball, denying the laws of physics. I’m happy when I see you, but know IContinue reading “Hurt (happy when I see you). A poem.”