Your words felt like sharp blades
attacking my face.
Everything you said to me felt like
you were suffocating me.
I couldn't breathe.
The way you approached me
scares me.
I think you've always scared me.
I'm sorry they failed you, me and him.
But it's not my fault.
Not your fault.
Not his fault.
Not our fault.
So please,
don't keep throwing sharp blades at me.
Because it hurts.
A lot.