"Is that the best you can do?"
You chide, disappointment casting dark clouds over your once blue eyes.
Teeth grip my quivering lip in futile attempt to hide the tears flowing from mine.
The sharp slice from your dagger tongue etches a new phrase for me to utter in the echo chamber of my mind,
As I glide my blade down the arms that used to hug you tight.
How is it that your words cut deeper than razors held to my fragile skin?
How did you not notice the pain I was in?
{May 20th, 2021}
