KNS (July 14,1965 / New York)

It Hurts

When you left me I missed you it felt like something was missing but quickly I realize that you took a part of my heart left me sad and lonely never did you bring yourself to call or even care how this will hurt me, how I was effected by it.

Now that time has passed us by and I am over you, now you want what you once had and that is really to fucking bad you took a piece of my heart and turned it to stone, there will be no love for you not in my happy home.

You made me feel as if I was easily erase but what you failed to understand was that I can never be replaced and yes it hurts, it was overwhelming at times but I got up dusted myself off as I moved on.

Now you are standing in my door way trying to find away back to what we once called home, as you stand there lean down and just turn over that welcome mate this is no longer a place that you may call home.

If the tables has turned and you are feeling the hurt get up and shake that shit off because as you can see there is no more you and me.

We took this as far as we can but I am here to tell you that I am the last one to stand and it does not hurt anymore.

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