Blog of the Harvestman - [Poem] I think

and I think it hurt but I didn't know and I wasn't there and we weren't friends.

and I think it still hurts but I don't know because I can't question your judgment.

and I think it still hurts because it happened again and you told me.
and I know it hurts because you told me about the bruises.
and I think it hurt you more than that but you won't tell me.
and I think.

and I sit on the roof half naked and pour out my emotions and the truth I can't stand and can't tell to a cassette recorder and shiver through a catharsis.

if it hurts, and it still hurts, and it happens to you,
why do I hurt and you don't?
do you hurt?
I do.
do you