It hurts to look at you anymore,
it hurts to talk to you anymore,
it hurts but yet I do it.
I find myself looking for you,
and making excuses to come and see you.
The only thing is,
is that you don’t really care.
It hurts a lot to see that you don’t care,
maybe one day,
not any day soon it will stop hurting.
You know what they say you always remember your first true love.
This poem was written/submitted by Krista Barr.