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Poetry

It Still Hurts

It still hurts.

It still hurts that I’m not the one that you want to be with.
It still hurts that I’m not the one you steal kisses from.
It still hurts that it’s not my arms you turn to on a bad day.
It still hurts that it’s not me that makes your face light up.
It still hurts that it’s not me that makes you laugh until you cry.
It still hurts that it’s not my hand you reach for.
It still hurts that it’s not me that you celebrate with.
It still hurts that it’s not me you plan trips with.
It still hurts that it’s not me your mind wanders to throughout the day.
It still hurts that it’s not me you entangle with in the middle of the night.
It still hurts that I’m not someone you are comfortable being vulnerable with.
It still hurts that you’re no longer a part of my life.

It still hurts.

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by megperk

I am a hospice consultant pharmacist who lives in Columbus, Oh. The past few years I’ve tried to use my voice more for women’s rights and empowerment, LGBTQ rights (I am bisexual), body image issues, eating disorders, the environment and mental health. I love to travel, and work a part time job to fund that passion. I’m also a runner, scuba diver, yogi, dog mom and more. I love to have vulnerable, open conversations, discuss astrology, books, movies and more.

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