Hour 7

Sarah,

Please?…
I read those
Dull, dark,
frightful words.
You have to stop doing this to me.
Do, your realize what you do to me?

My heart
dies & comes back.
Tears roll down my face.
They dry up.
As more and more come.
Stinging.
Burning.
More and more flood out.

Please?
Stop, hurting me like this.
I can’t loose you.
Ever.
Please?
Stop hurting me like this?
Its all I’m asking.
Please?
It hurts me more than you notice.

You have to stop doing this to her.
So, she’ll stop doing this to me.
Just, stop okay?
It hurts my heart worse,
than anything…
Please, stop?

Yours truly,
April.

~April Sue Kraniak~

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