shared pains

shared pains

I burned my hand 

once on the stove, 

burned it badly and

the sting bit down 

to the bone. But when 

you came rushing 

to my side, I sucked in

a breath and pretended 

that everything was fine--

not because of any lost 

pride, rather, I just didn't

want to see you cry over 

the hurt that I blindly

called mine.