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Feb 2019
Words, they hurt sometimes
Whether kind or impolite,
Encouraging or ill-mannered,
They can still hurt.

They attack us when we least expect,
And when they get to us,
It’s like getting a barrage of bullets,
Piercing through the heart and soul,
Leaving a mark that will take time to heal.

Words can be manipulated, though,
To play with people’s feelings,
Feelings that are fragile like a plate in a china store,
Easily breakable and hard to fix,

Once words gain access to the feelings,
They can cause chaos to people,
Making them do stupid things for love,
Love that is not sincere to the person,
Love not being actual love.

Love is like a ticking time bomb,
Once started,
Only a matter of time before it blows up,
And when it blows up,

You realize,
That you were the one who set it off and detonated it yourself,
For that you fell into the snares of the manipulator of words,
And that the words they told you filled you with delight,
But yet at the same time,
Filled you with lies and insecurity,

You ask yourself,
Why do I do this,
But another one comes,
And you fall into the endless cycle of being hurt,
That hurts even more and more,
When it happens time after time.
The time it takes to heal,
Is never actually healed,
But the gouge on the heart and soul,
Is now deeper than ever,
And the words they say makes it sting with even worse pain.

You try to lessen the pain,
It never works,
To heal a broken heart and soul,
Has to be taken slowly with time and patience,

When that someone talks,
Hoping the words will heal,
To fix the broken heart
But end up with a healing poison,

The journey to recover may be long,
But it’s worth it in the end,
For you will be happy and content again,
But you heart will desire to be loved,
Like you were originally,

But it won’t ever be the same,
The way you love someone,
Trusting them and letting them in,
For being afraid of being hurt as you were before,

Hoping to hear them say the words,
I love you,
But all you hear is,
I love them. No more,

Those words,
Are like the final blows to the heart,
That it can’t handle no more,
Being ultimately shattered,
There’s no coming back,

Sinking deep down,
Like drowning in an endless pool,
In a pit of misery and sadness,
That you’ll never be able to come back,

Feelings being stirred,
Like flying debris around in a hurricane,
The words swirling around the head,
The feeling of a darkness is upon,

Discovering that,
This all started when,
They said the words of.
Hello.
Written by
Matthew Jankowski  17/M
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