It Hurts

It sometimes hurts to know you,

What makes you tick and smile.

Sometimes it hurts to look in your eyes and know

I’m not being completely honest.

 

Sometimes it breaks my heart to feel as though I’m hiding,

To know I’m doing it to avoid judgment.

And worse of all, I’m hiding from

A judgment I know you wouldn’t give.

 

It’s hurting that I trust you,

With my life, my love.

To know that I’d die for you,

And you don’t even know it.

 

After all this I’m crying,

And I can’t even explain why.

It hurts that I know everything about you

And you know nothing of me.