Pain is looking at the rose that he gave you. <br />Pain is reading that text message again and again. <br />Pain is seeing him everyday. <br /> <br />Pain looks like a single rose, all alone. <br />Pain looks like a girl crying. <br />Pain looks like a dagger covered in blood. <br /> <br />Pain smells like his cologne in the store. <br />Pain smells salty like tears. <br />Pain smells like amber musk. <br /> <br />Pain tastes like ketchup smothered on fries. <br />Pain tastes like an ice cube. <br />Pain tastes like the blood that runs down your arm. <br /> <br />Pain sounds like a gunshot. <br />Pain sounds like a pen that is writing. <br />Pain sounds like footsteps running away. <br /> <br />Pain feels like thorns cutting into you. <br />Pain feels like Christmas without presents. <br />Pain feels like a thousand daggers piercing your heart. <br /> <br />Pain is having him break up with you. <br />That is pain.<br /><br />Kylee Bartz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pain-582/
