Words

Letters.

Those letters make up words

Words that slide off your tongue

And creep into my ears.

They don't just simply "hurt."

They punch me.

They stab me.

They break me.

My breath is taken away by your anger.

I am stabbed by the hatred in your eyes

And I fall apart by how sharp your words are.

I am on the ground

Unable of pulling myself up.

I am unable to defend myself

I am unable to make truce

As I lay helpless.

One day I will have to get up again.

I will have to pretend you didn't affect me

But in reality

You bent me so hard

To the point where I couldn't convince myself that I was anything other than

Broken.

For now

I lay

As I wait for the day

Where you pick me up

And apologize

for leaving me in the dust.