the kind that punch deep in your stomach so violently that you're left with the pungent taste of bile in the driest corners of your mouth

the kind that leave lies behind, squeezing between your teeth in a slimy struggle to the open air. you could try stuffing them back inside, utilizing all of your strength and willpower but to no avail, they push their way through, infecting you with self-deprecation and loathing and the intense desire to please.

or it'll push back further toward the root of your throat and stuff you full of hatred until you're choking and can't take a single breath. no matter the case, words are dangerous, words are fire, and you could be a very regretful soul pitifully soon if one day you suddenly decide to trifle with them.

this love is not a game, but a battle, a war, and it is far too easy to get stuck on the losing side.