"what hurts"

What hurts Is the way your hands could heal, But never tried. The way your eyes could love, But always lied. What hurts Is how you saw my soul laid bare, And still walked past it like thin air. How you needed someone whole, While breaking what was already cracked. I was the fire, You were the smoke I burned for love, You vanished in the choke. And maybe what hurts the most is this That the one thing your heart runs to Is the one thing it should resist. And the thing that could save you Doesn’t look good To you. ---