It Didn’t Hurt Me

“It didn’t hurt me. Not “hurt”. Hurt is a four letter word. It’s short, almost cute sounding. Aawwww, did that hurt? No. It didn’t hurt. Destroyed, Obliterated, Desecrated, Annihilated, Demolished, Shattered, or Demoralised maybe… But no. It didn’t hurt me. 
It didn’t “hurt” me at all.”

–  Ranata Suzuki

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Ranata Suzuki
A writer of words, a poetic soul, an emotive expressionist, Ranata Suzuki is a poet and quote writer whose eloquent words form with painful clarity the sad yet beautiful world of the broken heart.An anonymous writer based in Sydney, Australia, Ranata is known only by her avatar of a bird carrying a book. For years she has touched the hearts and minds of people across the globe with her words, sharing excerpts from her personal journal in the form of poetry and quotations on social media.The publication of The Longest Night marked her long-awaited debut poetry collection, which has enthralled both avid fans and new readers alike with its heartfelt sincerity covering the all too relatable themes of heartbreak and loss. Always emotive and spoken with raw honesty, her voice will move you quite simply because it sounds so much like the voice inside your own heart.
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  1. I feel what you are communicating. Hurt is a simple thing, a simple feeling – destroy – crush- all the words that you used that describe the kind of shattering of the soul just aren’t that simple. I’m just now crawling out from underneath that weight of emotionality. How one person can allow themselves to inflict such piercing emotionality, I will never comprehend. How does one individual walk away when so many things are unanswered? Leaving behind such a wake of misunderstanding. Who can answer these queries but the one who inflicted them upon your soul? All that can be done is to wonder no more and accept having no real answers other than what you know you feel. Nothing will ever change what I feel, I know what I experienced despite tight-lipped abandon. Actions speak so much louder than words and hearts do project warmth of feeling. Deny all one feels is necessary – just don’t forget – I was present when it was life. I will never forget.