Everything shines in the morning, <br />they shine and whine and hurt me, <br />the Sundays sit sly and wait <br />they hurt me baby, they mock me <br /> <br />The water in the shower, cold <br />our love making on the wall, <br />distant memories, they meet, <br />my love down the drain, they cry <br /> <br />The rug on the floor bleeds <br />our love making seeps in the floor <br />they hurt me, darling, these scents <br />our raw hunger painted, they hurt me <br /> <br />baby my darling, the love you gave me <br />the prayers i prayed for you, <br />the kisses you took, the roses i picked, <br />everything burns, everything hurts<br /><br />Reshma Ramesh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everything-hurts-2/
