The D Spot

Your acts of unwitting hurtfulness
hurt nonetheless.
The fact that you don’t see what you are doing as painful to others
hurts me again and again.
I cannot speak to you of anything
unless you want to speak of it;
you run from the slightest whisper
of words you don’t want to hear.
And then to find you again
I must wait until you come back.
How much tread can a heart take?
How many beatings til it finally breaks?