Hurt

You know that you have that special talent.

That eye for the best things in the world.

You could spot a renaissance painting with a touch,

You could judge a wine by the sniff of its bottle,

But you my friend are clueless for the matters of the heart.

The only skill that matters in the emotional fray!

You could save a child from a burning home, 

or even win the martial art tournament, 

But your talents lay at waste,

when even the simplest words hurt you like thorns!

Nay daggers! Daggers through your heart!

You and heart, your precious heart!

You think I am your enemy now, don't you?

A man who uncovered your weakness, 

that is your folly friend, for I am you!

That voice inside your head, suppressed for all those years!

Suppressed for all that greatness, and what for?

Just to get hurt by tears! Those tears!

That lovely face of hers reminds of a memory,

A memory not real but imaginative, of a boy,

Who loved a Princess that never existed,

a figment of his imagination!

All that he could when he saw her for real was stay numb,

Numb because her tears hurt like daggers!