I would love to be soft. I am razor edges. I am bitterness. I am grudges. I am a bad cup of coffee and I’ll never go there again. I am might even write a bad review, or 200. I am rough and angry. I am betray me once and I’ll pretend you don’t exist. I am ruin your life, wish you never met me. I am a fight with words instead of fists. I am I know words hurt more. I am proud to win that fight. I am hateful. I am don’t forgive and definitely don’t forget. I am cut you off quicker than I cut my wrists. I am scary. I am don’t tell her or she’ll never talk to me again. I am how could you take someone else’s side. I am you’re not my friend anymore. I am you’re not my family anymore. I am *******. I am **** on your name. I am not forgiving. I am not approachable. I am not tender and loving. I am not kind. I am venom. I wish I could be soft. I wish I could be give more chances. I wish I could be forgive and forget. I wish I could be mistakes happen. I wish I could be soft curves and gentle caresses.