Indescribable heat searing fresh skin;
your words mutilate my heart with a Masamune Katana.
Joyfulness your presence once gave - now tarnished- forever tainted.
Bountiful regret saturates your words- emitting rivers of apologies.
But beauty I often saw behind those eyes is replaced
with a distinct shimmer of a Masamune Katana lying just beneath.
I understand people speak in anger and say things they should never say, but it's more damaging when a friend repeats something that should have never been brought up- that was told in secrecy-just to cut the person deeply. After that I think it's impossible to ever look at that person in the same light; all I'm able to see is the words that once came from their mouth.
Masamune Katana - A rarely made sword that is beautiful, yet deadly.
