Hurt

You’ve hurt me.
It’s more than just physical.
This hurt is deep.
So deep,
that I struggle
to find the right words
to release it.

Like me, these words
will never be enough for you.
I probably won’t even share them with you.
That’s the only way I know
to hurt you back.

All your sweet words about
how I deserve
to have my wants and needs fulfilled,
how I have a lot to offer,
how I’ve taught you so much -
they mean so little.

You hooded me tonight,
made me a faceless toy.
You collared me as well.
But I don’t think you understand
the significance of that.

And then you tossed me aside
like just some broken thing.
Announced that you were done with me.
I think your words were,
“You’ve done everything I asked.”

But I guess that wasn’t what you wanted,
because you told me about her, then.
I hope she gives you
everything you ask for.
I hope she tries
as hard as I did
to be what you need.

I wanted your intensity,
your strength,
your … wisdom.

Different from myself,
you intrigued me
on a level most men
don’t reach.

Our time was brief.
I will regret that.
But I will not forget
how you hurt me.