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Click hereHurt
is that sick to your stomach feeling,
a tight knot or heavy weight,
low inside.
Disappointment
is that "Fuck! I really wanted it" feeling,
a swift sinking of hope
into your knees.
Suspicion
is that halting, vaguely uneasy feeling,
a qualm not so easily dismissed
from your mind.
Intimacy
is that "No one sees me like you do" feeling,
an undefended bareness revealed
within a safe haven.
Betrayal
is that chill down your spine feeling,
an inexorable wave descending
from head to ass.
Love
is that "I would spare you from this" feeling,
an open warmth that guides
your words and deeds.
Regret
is that dull, achy all over feeling,
a wish that things hadn't turned out
quite as they did.
Bitter
is that dawning recognition that such feelings
are incomprehensible to you
without a list.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,000 poems.
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LJ, this is really deep,. really good, and your descriptions are excellent. It is so hard to describe feelings without sounding fake or sappy, but you did an excellent job! enjoyed reading this one ;)