Tell Me Why

Why do we always go and hurt The people we most dearly love? And by our unplanned actions Do consequential stuff? It seems that, unintentionally, We render blows of pain Without foreseeing the results That scar and bruise and maim. Those we care about most deeply Those attached to our hearts Are those who endure the suffering When little trifles start. And, in our unfeeling We simply pass them by Without realizing The sadness in their eyes. If love can be justified If feelings can be told, If emotions rule the stronger part If warmth should not grow cold, Then, why all the misunderstandings That seem to never be enough? And tell me…why do we always go and hurt The people we most dearly love?