You hurt me like the moon chases the sun, only to be left in darkness while you enjoy a brighter day.
You hurt me like wind on a fresh cut, only enough chill to sting.
You hurt me like salt in a wound, just deep enough to get inside me and deep enough to need water to rinse you out.
You hurt me like a punch in the stomach, with no air and strange emptiness.
You hurt me like a stolen toy, just enough attachment to miss you when you're gone yet no familiarity when you're around.
You hurt me like moon shames the stars, stealing their glory only to outshine them.
But I don't think anyone ever told you that a star shines brightest when it breaks apart.
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