That Hurts

Don’t touch me there.
That really hurts.
Maybe my blood is pumping way too fast
Maybe my heart is beating way too hard
Maybe this pain is ceaseless.
No.
I refuse to believe that.  
There must be an end to it.
There must be an end to it.
There must be an end to it.
If I say it enough…will there be an end to it?
Can I convince myself that it doesn’t really hurt that much?
Try touching me there.
No that still hurts.
Wait for the calendar to turn…
one full turn…
two full turns…
three?
Guess I learned one thing…
Most art…
the kind that means anything at all
Comes from pain…
but that really doesn’t matter…
(does the definition really matter?)
(who gives a fuck about art?)
Cathartic.  That’s why it matters.
But still…don’t touch me there
That really hurts.