Wednesday, January 12, 2011


You hurt me. With actions. With words. Like a little imp that claws slowly but deeply inside, the pain is instant the minute it sinks its claws in, then steady as it rips it open. You would not understand even if I bothered explaining. You always think it's not big enough, impressive enough, to be justified with all the drama. But it's always the small things that matter. Always the little steps that take us somewhere we don't want to go. You've been there. I have too. I think I have always been in that place of never healing. Just the sound of your voice giving reasons strikes the emptiness in my heart. It slowly draws out every breath inside me until I am holding nothing in. I gasp. Painful to breath with my chest so full of everything I wish I don't feel. Damn you.