Mistik, you keep making me think of the poems I've written...

Sometimes It Hurts

sometimes it hurts to look at you
knowing you won't love the way I do
but still seeing something you don't want me to see
like maybe you want but just can't love me

sometimes it hurts to sit beside you
drawn in too quickly, too deep inside you
knowing how wrong it is to be
inside of a world that isn't free

sometimes it hurts to think about you
when I sit in the darkness alone without you
and want so badly for you to come
to show me where I can get light from

sometimes it hurts but other times it doesn't
sometimes I think it was when it wasn't
or I think it wasn't when it was
but I'll keep holding on because

there's no other like you near or far
I like these things the way they are
I say I'll leave but you know I won't

sometimes it hurts...sometimes it don't.