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| What Hurts the Most |
| by Bradley Keith Rothman |
| I can’t tell you how much you mean to me, nor can I tell you how much what has happened has hurt me. Trust me when I say that I don’t want to like you the way I do, I don’t want to, I wish I never had, and I wish it would stop. I wish it would stop. I only wanted to make you like me the way I like you. It’s the timing you said; we’ve all heard that one before. I wish it would stop. You wanted to be just friends. I lied and said it would be fine. It was fine. WHY WOULD YOU KISS ME? Why? Did you think I was lying when I confessed how much I like you? You should have walked away. Why would you kiss me? You said you never wanted to hurt me. Why would you kiss me? It was my fault for getting so involved, it was my fault for rushing things; I’ll take the blame. I wish it would stop. I just want to know why you would kiss me, because that is what hurts the most. |
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